Lukas Gage

“Here’s the most fucked-up part: As furious as I was, I was so afraid of being abandoned, that a few weeks later, my dumb ass let him back in. Not intimately, but emotionally. After weeks of him begging, I gave him one final chance to exist in my life. I allowed him to hit me with all his half-hearted apologies and crocodile tears. And just when I’d accepted that maybe this would be okay, maybe I didn’t care that he cheated on me, maybe we were meant to be together and we all make mistakes—

He ghosted me. Full-blown, never spoke to me again. The day I agreed to give him a second chance, he said he was going to a concert with friends and promised to meet me for breakfast burritos the next morning. As it turns out, it wasn’t exactly a concert. I later discovered it was a rave, where he fell head over heels with a closeted Mormon on Molly, and moved to Utah the very next day.”
― Lukas Gage, I Wrote This for Attention