Breaking Up Essay -- Personal Narrative, essay about myself

It should have been raining. It almost always rains in the movies when girls get their hearts broken. When that young cosmos with a bittersweet smile and Im sorry eyes shows up on the doorstep telling his sweetheart that he is going take to war or beginning a battle with a fatal disease. Instead here I am the blundering heroine of my own crazy film, with a hand that seems to have a few gaping holes where all the witty lines are supposed to be. In the hot, sticky passenger seat of a black 02 inflated Am, subconsciously capping and uncapping an Ice Mountain water bottle, listening to my boyfriend jumble up a bunch of words that eventually translate into its over. Cest fini. He stops talking and takes a deep, shuddering breath and I realize that its my cue to talk. Hes waiting for me to say something on the lines of Sure Matt, I totally agree with you. I think its a great idea to end this relationship that I have dictate my whole being into for two years. Im so relieved that you b rought it up first, seeya around and good luck with all your future chicks. I visualize out the...