57 Reasons to Break Up | Aaron Ramsey

FIFTY - FOUR ::

I still vividly remember when your grandmother passed away. The moment when your phone shattered on the ground, the moment when a thousand words could not mend your broken heart.

I remember you questioning me what was the meaning of life when I laid my hands on your shoulder, kneeling by the bedside.

I couldn't answer.

I didn't know how to answer.

All I knew were words: words of false comfort, and sincerely hoped that you'd kiss me, which was something I had pondered all week about.

I went on a business trip to New Guinea the following morning, and left you in bed with a night I'd never forget.

When I had returned, the floor shattered with red wine bottles. You had wasted your entire week doing nothing, at least that's what Per had told me.

Your beard not trimmed, your hair outgrew, and your eyes filled with dull - the house grew a sense of filthy smell.

I yelled at you, for the first time in three years.

I wanted to kick you out of the house.

And I did.

A week later, you came back apologising with a smile.

If you hadn't went to Alyssa Florent, I'd be a little happier.

But the red signature lipgloss told me otherwise.

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wow damn look who's back with an update in a month

sorry guys college is a pain

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