After seven years together, I saw my ex-girlfriend looking for a boy, and I was with my old classmate.

Scarlett had strung me along for seven years. Then she said she was bored and went after a younger, more handsome college guy.

This time, I didn't make a scene. I tossed the diamond ring I’d bought for her and cut up the wedding dress I’d picked out.

Late that night, I boarded a plane and left NYC.

Her friends were all placing bets on how long it would take for me to crawl back.

Scarlett just smiled, arrogant as ever: "Alex will be back begging like a dog in less than a day."

But day after day passed, and I remained out of touch.