“I’m not as cold-blooded as you!” I promise to take good care of Sam!” Eleanor yells at me.
I can’t speak and turn to leave.
Sam isn’t coming home tonight.
He sends me a text saying that he will still be staying at Mike’s house for a while and that he will talk to me about our relationship when he feels better.
Actually, I’ve already made up my mind. I’m going to break up with Sam.
It’s easy to say “break up,” but it’s hard for me to do it.
Since I was a junior in college, I’ve been with Sam. It’s been five years since we graduated, and we’ve been together for seven years.
We really loved each other in the first few years, and this relationship made us very happy.
We left our footprints all over this city during my college years.
Texas saw our sweet past, as did every beautiful place we went together.
We helped each other improve our resumes and looked for jobs together in the year we graduated.
After we both got jobs, we climbed the mountain where we drank, sang, and had fun to celebrate.
We carefully decorated the house after we rented it and dreamed about how great things would be for us.
I was happy every day during that time.
When did our relationship change? Maybe it was when Sam’s love for me stopped being strong.
Exactly, because Eleanor came back into our lives.
I heard Eleanor’s name while I was in college.
At that time, I lived with Sam in the Students’ Union. We weren’t dating, but we were close.
His friends told me that he was following Eleanor’s footsteps.
I had never seen Eleanor before because we were in different majors.
In my opinion, Sam was a great and capable man who became the leader of our apartment in my sophomore year and ran for president of the Students’ Union.
He did well in school and got the scholarship every year.
He was also a good and responsible person. When another student in our flat made a mistake during a Students’ Union event, Sam stood up and took the blame.
Whenever I had a problem at work or in life, I would ask him for help. He was always patient with me.
Looking back, it must have been then that I started to like him.
He was also a good-looking man with a tall body and a perfect face, in addition to these good traits.
I thought he was the perfect man, and I would always have a crush on him.
But after two years of trying, this perfect man couldn’t get Eleanor.
I could see Sam getting angry and even his smile turned bitter after Eleanor started dating another man.
I felt sorry for him and wondered why Eleanor didn’t like Sam who was such a great man.
When I was a junior, I worked up the nerve to tell Sam how I felt after a regular Students’ Union meeting.
He said yes, which was a big surprise to me.
Sam had been getting more and more lively and smiling more and more since then.
I could tell he loved me by the way he looked at me.
We met Eleanor once in college, just before we graduated. I didn’t know her then, but I saw Sam staring at her a lot, which made me curious. When I asked him, he told me that Eleanor was the girl he had been wanting to be with.
Eleanor was holding her boyfriend’s arm when they met.
I quickly understood why Eleanor said no to Sam when she saw her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend wasn’t very attractive and was almost as tall as she was.
But all of the clothes he was wearing were from well-known brands.
That’s why Sam lost to him.
Sam was a great guy, but his family wasn’t very special.
He worked hard to get into a prestigious college, and both of his parents were regular workers.
Sam couldn’t afford to buy Eleanor just one bag, which would cost tens of thousands of dollars.
Eleanor left Texas after she graduated.
She came back three years ago and started to show up a lot as Sam’s friend.
I could tell that Sam was more interested in her than in our relationship.
Eleanor could call him at any time and he would leave me right away.
I cried, I yelled, and I wanted to know why, but that only made Sam want to stay away from me. He seemed to get tired of me.
