"I don't want you anymore." You simply said.
As if breaking up with me was as easy as throwing away a toy you had simply lost interest in. "It's just the same old stuff with us, it's boring."
I didn't answer you, I couldn't.
I just stood there, blankly, staring down at my warn out sneekers.
"Are you gonna say something?" You asked,
after the deafening silence had set between us.
But I still couldn't speak.
