honestly, the whole breakup was bullshit.
an early january morning
the air was crisp, my feet were cold, and i woke up to a text from him.
another day, another stupid argument. he didn't tell me goodnight last night.
"are you really going to be mad at me for not telling you goodnight?"
"no, i'm mad at how you disregard what i find important and meaningful."
although i find those texts important, i don't find it as important as him.
i didn't know it yet, but he was done. done with the stupid little arguments, done with trying, done with me. and that's exactly how he ended things.
"you know i love you and i never want to leave you, but i'm not going to beg you to stay. i've done it enough times."
"well it's better if we go our separate ways."
