Breaking Up Essay -- Personal Narrative, essay about myself

It should work been raining. It almost always rains in the movies when girls get their hearts broken. When that young sm all in all-arm with a bittersweet smile and Im sorry eye shows up on the doorstep telling his sweetheart that he is leaving off to war or beginning a battle with a fatal disease. Instead here I am the blundering heroine of my own sore film, with a script that seems to have a few gaping holes where all the witty lines are supposed to be. In the hot, sticky passenger baby-sit of a black 02 Grand Am, subconsciously capping and uncapping an Ice Mountain weewee bottle, listening to my boyfriend jumble up a bunch of words that eventually translate into its over. Cest fini. He stops lecture and takes a deep, shuddering breath and I realize that its my clue to talk. Hes waiting for me to say something along the lines of Sure Matt, I totally agree with you. I think its a striking idea to end this relationship that I have put my unscathed being into for two years. Im so relieved that you brought it up first, seeya around and good luck with all your future chicks. I catch out the...