Date A Guy Who Writes, Then Ditch Him

Date a guy who writes, then ditch him. Watch that someone who spends his idle time in the bleachers writing about anything of any sort. That someone who spends endless times in a library to have a peaceful place to write and think slowly which lessen his visitations, because you turned his sanctuary into a nostalgic place. That someone who would scribble about everlasting love suddenly turned into writing about relationships that couldn’t last. Watch him silently cry as he formulates the words and collect them, knowing perfectly the feeling of lost and sadness. What you can’t see as his tears fall at the pages of his journal are your memories drowning him. He stopped believing in true love that last.

Watch him change. Watch him dream as he puts it into words. He is that person who is now afraid to show emotions when he’s writing a short story, a prose, a poem or a haiku. He doesn’t want anyone judging him about writing depressing and devastating love stories. He became afraid to talk about certain characters in his stories, knowing that he could see himself in their shoes.

Ever saw him, more than once, writing alone with prickling eyes? You will regret letting him go. You will realized a lot of things, his worth. You will remember him as you walk the aisle of the church, getting married to someone you don’t love.

Find the guy you ditched that writes and see the condition of his journals. The journals that he swore to you he’d never damage is filled of dog eared pages. Remember when it looked brand new even when he have written on all the pages? It doesn’t break his heart to see it worn out, because you already broke his heart. Inside are heartbreaking stories and memories on every page of the pages, highlights and underlined sentences that stuck to him. The spine is bent and creased because he cried himself on top of it to sleep. Some words are illegible because the ink smeared from the tears that dropped down on the pages.

And every time he passes by, to write his stories on the library, a frown shows on the librarian’s face. He stopped talking to the librarian, because his charm has been replaced with sorrow.

He very well know that he is not perfect, and that he has challenges to face just like any other character in a good novel he reads and in a stories he have written. Now, as each chapter of his life is being written and unfolds, he is waiting for the climax of his life. He is waiting for someone to save his day, to change him and pull him out of his misery. Someone to be there and comfort him because you’re not there anymore to do exactly just that. He wants to start writing a new chapter with a new story and have new adventures, yet no one is there to do that with him. He awaits, hanging on the written words of his journal.

It gets worst. You might find the guy who writes that you ditched on a bus on the way home. He is looking out at the window, with the world shut out behind him, this time, without a journal and a pen in his hand. He is not succumb to a different world like the way he used to be. He always had a journal and a pen wherever he goes, and now you really wonder what changed. What did changed? He used to prefer a journal and a pen as a good company. Now, he is with no one, with nothing in his hand. He is alone, really alone, this time.

What have you done to the guy who used to write?

Date a man who writes, then break his heart. You will not see him awake at 3 o’clock in the morning with his bedside lamp trying to finish the last chapters of his stories, as a girl who snores clings beside him. You’re that girl. Well, at least, not anymore. He stopped writing, maybe just for awhile, maybe for good. He does not talk to someone on ungodly hours about a story or any character he wanted to write. He lost his desire on writing in his journal. His eloquent opinions are gone, replaced with silence that is far too strong to break. His beautiful stories formed in a thousand of perfect words are now gone.

Date a guy who writes, then ditch him. Break his heart. He does not deserve it, but you don’t deserve him. He deserves someone better.