The Guitar and the Smug Look

After breaking up with Mr. Casa, I kept on thinking I wanted to buy him a guitar.  This guitar was not to win back his heart, but it was to say “Thank you” for all he did for me.  To prove that it was not a selfish choice, I wanted to drop it off to his friend or have him pick it up without seeing me.    

But something stopped me from buying that guitar and it was "the look."   I just visualized the look on his face, a “smug” bastard look of “Thanks, but no thanks.” What am I suppose to do with this? It is not even a real guitar.  It is a Moroccan guitar, but the nicest one I can find at the market.  My student said he would contact his friend who knows a good guitar store, but by the time that happens it may just be next year.

After my first gesture and his comment, “Is this what you do when someone breaks up with you.” I am a bit concerned it will just be perceived as a “crazy, please take me back gift.” This is not the case, I repeat not the case. I do not even want to see him or hear his voice because it is just too hurtful right now and I’m not ready and maybe I will never be ready again because he gave up on us.

                         When the going got rough, the boy got going. PRIS