Lin and I confirmed our flight to Barcelona, 3 weeks before the date. I was torn in between being excited about going there and leaving Ben for good.
I always told myself that he knows my schedule because he is my landlord. He knew when I was coming to stay there and he knew when I will stop renting.
I just couldn't bring myself to remind him, as Lin suggested, "He is just your fuck boy, so move on."
That would be harsh, too harsh considering we both had our shares of fun and yeah, maybe he had feelings for me too.
Though, I couldn't confirm that just yet. He wouldn't say a word about it, and probably was trying to forget it with his own ways.
He's naturally calm. He'll only show emotions when he's triggered.
Sometimes, when we watched Netflix, he would massage my arm as I laid on him, and sneakily feel me here and there, occasionally rubbing my tits too.
He just enjoyed the connection we had, even if that didn't lead us to having sex at all.
I knew I would miss him, or at least, the time we spent together. Tried my best to get my mind off worrying about him. I even dyed my hair violet just to keep myself busy.
He stopped reading my tweets on Twitter, because he didn't want to read any heartbreaking ones.
"I was engaged, right before I came here," I broke the story while we were cuddling up in his bedroom, in attempt to explaining my trust issues. "I guess I got.. cold feet? I called if off out of nowhere, the same day he was talking about what to name our future kids."
Ben was listening, attentively without interrupting.
I sighed. "I think.. after what happened between my ex girlfriend and I, I just couldn't bring myself to commit to such relationship anymore."
"You're scared of getting hurt, so you leave first before they can hurt you," Ben commented.
"Exactly! I feel safer having friends than anything closer than that."