Ninth Breakup, Final Goodbye

Synopsis

Ryan Shaw, who had been giving me the cold shoulder, posted on his Twitter: [A hundred likes and we break up.] It didn't take long before ninety-nine likes stacked up. I knew Ryan was waiting for me to coax him, admit I was wrong, apologize, and beg him not to leave, like the eight times before. But this time, I felt exhausted. Quietly, I liked the post, making it an even hundred, and gave Ryan the breakup he wanted. From that day forward, I quit keeping tabs on Ryan. I went out of my way to avoid any contact with him. Ten days later, one of his friends messaged me: [Ryan's been waiting for you to swallow your pride. Tomorrow is his birthday. Buy him a gift, celebrate with him, and you'll patch things up like always.] I replied with three flat words: [Got no time.] I meant it. My flight to Garolina University was leaving tomorrow. As Ryan wished, we would never see each other again.