The first few days are the hardest

Day 1

He landed. I got a call the second he did. He seemed surprisingly happy. I tried being happy for him but instead, I got worried. Did he like his new city? His new apartment? Would he be coming back to visit me? Will he even miss me? People told me it would take a while to get acquainted to this situation but I never thought I would be capable of that. It was literally the end of the world for me. But, not for him. It was his " new start". He was doing what every young adult is supposed to do. 

I don't know what worried me more though, him cheating on me or the other way around. 

But, he was more patient than ever. He handled every mood swing, every single tear, like a pro. Well, at least for the first couple of days. Every relationship has problems they say. But the real question is, how many? What are you supposed to do when your love slowly grows into hatred? And the trust fades away? And the person who was supposed to be your best friend turns into your nemesis? What happens when you can't stand the person you used to talk to 24/7. You end it. And that's what happened. Actually, that is what kept HAPPENING. We were the on again off again couple and we hated every bit of it. 

Fast forward 9 months, we start with the fixing process. But whatever happened during those 9 months still haunts us.