The second reason is pretty obvious.
Don't think I didn't catch you staring at other people's butts.
Don't think I didn't catch you flirting with some cute waitress.
Don't think I…I didn't think that! I'm not stupid, Ron!
I remember our first date. Well, second, but I'm not counting our first (I know you're probably cursing and hexing my letter but I know you, Ron, so I put some protective spells on it).
I shouldn't even count this one, because all you were doing was flirting with fangirls and signing autographs. (Still protective spells on it, Ronald. Go ahead and blast your bed now, but I've protected that, too. Same with your desk, your owl (Poor Errol would be dead now if it weren't for me and it was for you.) and everything else you possess).
Anyway…
It's our first/second/non-existent date.
You finally ATTEMPT to dress up; wearing a suit two sizes too big.
And you brought flowers! I remembered I was so happy that day! My real-Ron was finally becoming my dream-Ron.
(Hmm. Except dream-Ron wouldn't have brought dying ones that he took out of the garbage can…)
We go to a nice restaurant, and all was going well until…
Yay. Fan-girl.
"OOH! Are you guys dating?!"
"Oh, no, we're just out together for a "Yay! The War's Over!" Celebration," you lied.
"Oh goodie! We can still get a cup of coffee sometime!"
"Coffee? What's that? (This is going to be another reason, Ronald. The fourth I expect. You're stupid.)
"Oh my gosh, Ron! You're SOOOOO funny!" Ze Annoying One giggled.
Ron. I'm right here.
"Ooh, is that your friend?" Ron asks. Another girl comes.
"Yeah! She's also one of your GIANT fans!"
"Yeah! I love you!"
Ron. Remember? Date? We're together!
"Haha! Hey, maybe sometime I can give you a call!"
Ronald.
"Really?!"
"Sure! If I have time…I have to check my schedule…"
RONALD WEASLEY. You don't HAVE a schedule. (If you do, it only consists of eating and being stupid.)
"Listen, I gotta go now! See ya ladies later!"
You grabbed my hand and led me out.
Right then.
Right then, I forgot everything that just happened.
Your hand was so….warm….
It fit my hand perfectly.
It was like…
OUR HANDS WERE MEANT FOR EACHOTHER!
Only….only this moment mattered. Nothing else.
We're in our own little world, where neither our past nor future mattered…just us, happy, together…
I completely forgot everything…
"OMG, RON WEASLEY!"
Nope. I remember now.
It's a fan-girl. Oh wait. Fan-girls
"OMG! Can I have your autograph?!"
"He's hotter than the pictures!"
"He's friends with Harry Potter!"
"Forget Potter, he's so much HOTTER!"
"AGUAMENTI! I need water! SOOOOO…..hot….."
Instead of just ignoring them, or shouting that you already have a girlfriend, you forget completely about me and sign your name on their arms and legs and faces. I was around long enough to see you kiss a girl on the lips because "it's for the fans" (that, believe it or not, was your lame excuse the next day).
I should've broken up with you then.
I regret not doing so.
But I didn't know. You were my first boyfriend.
I didn't know someone like him existed. (No, Ron, you're not missing anything. I'm just not going tell you who he is. I don't exactly want you to stalk him and kill him.)
But he showed me.
He showed me that someone that great really does exist.
Someone, who really cares.
Someone who makes me laugh when I'm down.
Who rants with me when I'm mad.
Who listens to me when I'm stressed.
Who comforts me when I'm hurt.
Who understands when no one does.
Who teases me and makes me smiles.
Someone like him exists, Ron.
And that, my dear Ronald, is the second reason I broke up with you.