is this what love is?

The muddy road beneath my worn sneakers felt symbolic of the path my life had taken lately. Every squelch was a reminder of the mess I was about to clean up. I was on my way to Jake's house, a place that once felt like a haven, now a cage.
He had the kind of looks that could stop traffic: a cascade of brown curly hair and eyes so green they looked like polished jade. Everyone said I had the cutest boyfriend in the world. And for a while, he was.
But the sparkle had faded, replaced by a growing unease. Jake wanted more than I was ready to give, his parties were endless, his flirting blatant, and his excuses were as flimsy as tissue paper. I was sick of it. Didn't I deserve someone who made me feel comfortable, truly seen?
So, my 'afternoon with him' was going to be a breakup. Clean. Simple. Or so I hoped.
