Do you think your mum ever thought of divorcing your dad after years of marriage?
Do you think my mum ever regretted divorcing my dad - who ran away when I was eleven?
I don't think so.
I wonder what ever compelled me to be with you, actually.
Was it because you were rich? Well, that wouldn't be right. Men who were richer lined up to be with me, from New York City to London, across the oceans.
Was it because you were humble? Well, not quite. You were the nihilist of the century: always proving people incorrect with all of your so-called justifications and reasonings that made entirely no sense.
Was it because of your voice? That just would not sound rational. Your monotonous voice bores me, and puts me to sleep every time we talk.
Was it because of your smile? Maybe just a little bit. But it's rare to see your smile around me nowadays, for no apparent reason you would act like an entirely different person around me.
So if there leaves absolutely no reason for me to be with you, then why am I even here?
Aaron, if you know - please enlighten me.
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the end to this chapter sounds like fifty shades im sorry
I'm sorry this took an absolute looong time and it's a shit chapter I really am sorry
I had my personal things to deal with, and I'm over it now and I'm beyond happy on what has happened in my life.
so with that said, I have more time now & all that yada yada
xo
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57 Reasons to Break Up | Aaron Ramsey
FanfictionIf you ever need a reason to break up, here's 57 valid and invalid truths and lies for you to tell; told to an Arsenal player by a short girl. © propensity, 2014-2015. Cover by @footbaII.