After eight rocky, yet happy months, we would have to separate for summer once again. She would go home, thousands of miles away from me, whilst I would go and do a ten-week banking internship in London. That summer was to be the hardest three months of my life.
It is not the time you spend with each other that tests the love or the relationship, it is the time you spend apart. I missed her a lot... It's only when something is gone, something that you may not have given too much thought about, that is thousands of miles away from you do your feelings come crashing out of the bubble...
It was during this period that I really started to understand... to understand that life was more than just getting a good rate of return for investment/effort. Suddenly, I was thinking about her all the time. .. may it be when I’m having breakfast, lunch, dinner, or having a walk, doing work, surfing the net, playing computer games, drinking with friends, sleeping... my brain would find a way to include her into whatever I was doing at the time and forced me to dedicate minutes or hours of my life thinking about her... I was obsessed. It probably didn’t feel dissimilar to a cocaine addict except my fix involved only one method: pressing buttons on a phone and talking to her while my coke junkie friend would be sticking needles or snorting or smoking stuff. Probably just as expensive as making long distance calls but he, at least, had variety...
I was ready to give up everything and sacrifice my entire life for her... with her central to my every action. I made a mistake... a very big one. Recall the ex-boyfriend. I described him to be very much in love with her... you could probably replace the words ‘in love’ with ‘completely obsessed’. Looking back at it now, it occurred to me that it was because I became addicted that she was finally slipping further away from me. She was a princess that normally got what she wanted. It probably bored her that I would do the same, and give her exactly what she wanted.
Our relationship can be described through the stock market charts of the dot com crash. It reached new heights before it finally plummeted downwards in a sharp and distinctive fall.
She broke the news to me in early-mid August. She wanted to break up with me... she was seeing another guy. Between July and August our relationship slumped, we didn’t have much to say to one another, I was busy with working ten hours a day, and she always seemed very busy and preoccupied when I called her. Now I know why. I calmly asked who the guy was. His name was very familiar, in fact I saw his surname just seconds again. Wait a minute, who’s phone is she calling from again? I looked down at my display. Yes, it was the same surname (she had often used her sim card in my phone before... it auto-copied her numbers onto memory). Whose phone was she calling from, I asked. She didn’t reply. The bubble had finally burst. A sharp decline in the heart markets with strong indicators that it was only the beginning... expert analysts are saying the markets may never recover...
