“Why don’t you give me flowers or gifts? I see other boyfriends will give me flowers or gifts.”
At this time, Jeff would always pinch my nose in a doting way.
“My Tyne is different from those vulgar girls. How could she like the things that those little women like?”
I recalled the video I just saw in my mind again. The girl was sitting in the middle of the gifts that were almost piled up like a mountain.
At that moment, I suddenly realized that it was not that I was different from him, but that he was just unwilling to spend time on me.
The gifts that others couldn’t even pile up were the surprises that I had begged for for three years but never received.
How could I not feel heartbroken? The three years with Jeff were three real years.
I really believed that he would give me a home.
“Why are you suddenly packing up? Where are you going?”
The familiar voice came into my ears and I paused.
“Nowhere, the closet is too messy, so I clean it up.”
Hearing my answer, Jeff had some doubts on his face, but perhaps because he thought that I didn’t know anyone except him, he still believed my words.