“Yomo” April 2021, 30th edition.

It’s all about meeting and parting in April.

I opened up my old schedule book to reminisce about many things.

It was April 23rd, exactly ten years ago, when I was in my third year of university.

I went out with a girl from the same club.

Shortly before that.
She was about to lose her mind when her ex-boyfriend, a former member of the club, complained to her about the club activities.

I was curious about her because she and I often worked as a pair because of our positions in the club.

Moreover, I had heard from another girl that she was also interested in us.

I decided to make an approach.

Thanks to my approach, I was able to deepen my relationship with her.

Then, on April 23.

I was on my way home from university by train that day.
She told me that she had broken up with her boyfriend.

I immediately went back to the train platform in the opposite direction from home, met her at the station nearest to the university, and went to her room where she lived alone together.

We decided to go out.

Later, I heard from a friend that her ex-boyfriend was planning to buy her an air cleaner.
She told me to tell her new boyfriend to buy it for her.

Things were going pretty well, and I was wondering if things could possibly go on like this.

I was enjoying my time with her.
We were having a good time.

About a year later.

The cherry blossom season has come again.

My relationship with her had been smooth sailing.

On the surface.

For a while now, I had begun to feel uncomfortable about the fact that there were still some things from her bookshelf, like an exchange diary with her ex-boyfriend and other memorabilia that she hadn’t thrown away.

Finally, she started going to see her ex-boyfriend, asking him to give her the equipment he no longer used.

I began to feel anxious.

It was about time my mind started to feel buzzing and restless.

I decided to take a peek at her phone.
I decided to take a peek at her phone.

I was sneaking off to see the cherry blossoms with my ex-boyfriend.

I thought this might be a bad idea.

The next morning, when it was time to go to college.

I was standing on the balcony as if my soul had left me.

She seemed to have guessed what was going on.

It didn’t take much time from there.

A call from her.

Breakup talk

And April 27.

I had to break up with her.

It was night, but I couldn’t just stay the night, so I decided to go to my friend’s room, but

But before that…

I called my ex-boyfriend.
I borrowed her phone.

Don’t let it drag you down in the future.

To nail myself to the wall.

Rrrrrr.

I just broke up with her.
I’m sorry I took you away from her.

Also.
I still haven’t been able to buy her an air cleaner, so you’re gonna have to buy her one.

I’ll do it.

Then, a few years later.

She and her ex-boyfriend, who had become her ex-boyfriend, were now safely married.

At the time, I was sad that she was leaving me.

But my priority was to make her happy.

I told her that I didn’t care what she did as long as she was happy.
I congratulated her in my own way.

We don’t keep in touch with each other much anymore, but

My ex-girlfriend and I are back to being the friends we were before we started dating.

That’s the story of our meeting and parting in April.