You were home earlier today.
You didn't smell of alcohol. I was quite surprised.
I asked if you wanted dinner. You politely declined.
I wondered what's wrong.
I know I saw it coming, but it still hurt.
After what seemed forever, you spoke,
"Liana, we should breakup."
I don't think I gave you the reaction you expected. Since it was my apartment, I told you to pack your things and leave.
And you left. Without a goodbye.
I was 8 months clean, Jimin.
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