We first had sex in my dorm. It was consensual. She wanted it. I wanted it. We both did want it. I asked her in the last minute if she was sure of what we were doing. “Yes,” she confirmed. Right after sex, she told me it was not
like people had to stay with the first person they have sex with. I didn't know what she meant.
After dating for almost three years we broke up. Most of the time we were together. We slept together.
We read together. We played games together. And then one day she simply left. Right now, I'm stuck. I'm stuck in the same room, and on this same bed we used to share. All the memories haunt me. I feel like my heart is being torn into pieces. I hate being alone in my room. We started off well. We had sex. We belong to each other. I wish she'd told me where we went wrong. I wish she'd given me a sign so I could save us. ■