That D*mn First Love

I told my d*mn first love that it was over. I was sick and tired of a relationship that had gone nowhere for the past two years. “Thanks for everything. I’ll move out by the end of the month.” “That sounds like you’re saying we’ll never see each other again.” That was exactly what I had decided. The more I clung to him, the more regrets I would leave behind. But even breaking things off refused to go the way I wanted. “Why don’t you just lock me inside the house so I can’t go anywhere?” “I want to.”