I was angry and disappointed.
But I was also worried about John.
I returned home.
He was crying.
Sobbing on our bed.
I rubbed circles around his back for a couple minutes.
If you're going to break up with me just do it.
Okay John.
John I am breaking up with you.
You know I have to.
Please don't hate me.
I messed up really bad but don't hate me.
I don't hate you.
I'm just disappointed in you.
What you did was not bad it was terrible.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Wipe your eyes.
I passed him a tissue.
