Just thought I’d write this off, as it was a fairly traumatic experience for me, as you all know by now, I am single again, and breaking up is so very hard to do, however, I never had a breakup as hard as the latest.

The girl in question didn’t take it too well, she stormed out mid-conversation, where-after I followed, with my ex storming out in front of me, a mutual friend phoned me, I told the mate what happened, the girl I was still following, because I was worried for her, responded by signalling me that she’d never want to speak with me again.

I chose to leave her be, merely a minute later, I found another then still mutual friend wanted to speak to me also, when I answered my cell, I heard her say that my former love, was threatening to commit one of the most dramatic of crimes to nature, or as you might call it suicide.

In a higher fashion of stress even I am used to, I started frantically looking for my once love, after a few minutes I actually find her wandering about in her city. I spoke to her, upon which she told me to sod off, I responded by saying I won’t leave her until I was sure she’d be okay. She responded by running off again, I trailed whilst calling my aforementioned female friend to come over. Finally my ex stopped when she knew I would not let go.

To calm her mind I told her a story, which I might share with all of you later, if you play nice! It seemingly worked, and we waited, or rather I waited, while she kept on calling me names till the friend arrived. She took her home with her far-too-fancy-for-her-age car. Whilst I was left stranded in Leiden, Zuid-Holland.

After the whole event took place, the friends that heard of it all contacted me, proclaiming I was a hero, or that I did well, even the next week the girl in question contacted me herself to thank me. Still I can’t help but wonder, am I really the hero in this story? Can one who pushes a person up to a ledge and then carries her off again, be honestly called by such titles?

Roberto Strife