7. Her Metaphors
Alright, so this occurred during my Junior High years. Just think of early, awkward preteens. Anyway, I was riding the bus home with my “girlfriend,” and we were awkwardly holding hands, and then her stop came up.
She looks at me, grabs my other hand, kisses my cheek, and says, “You are a cage, and I’m a bird. This is over.” And then she walked away, and that was the last time I conversed with her.