57 Reasons to Break Up | Aaron Ramsey

TWENTY-TWO ::

When you moved out of the house in December, in that freezing weather,

I never expected you to come back in February in the rain.

I tried a million times to wipe the house clean of your existence,

Using wet wipes, towels - and possibly everything you could ever think of.

Even after the millionth and one time, I still manage to find your leather jacket button in my sewing kit,

The one that I had never brought to the tailor for you.

And your gray sweater, flipped inside out, sprawling on the soft carpeted floor, beside the drawer - the first two opened and last two shut.

I open your closet on the right side of our bed, and it is empty - no clean jerseys left in display, no sweatpants in sight but your bittersweet aroma still lingered around me.

Your insurance called me, and asked if you were here.

I said no,

And secretly cried for half an hour until my tears ran dry.

Your fan mails came, and I held a protrait someone drew of you for an hour:

A whole entire hour, sobbing on my own.

I remember asking myself if it was reality that you had indeed moved out.

You leaving me, over and over and over again,

I wonder why we played this game sometimes, Aaron -- sweetheart.

I'm not a computer. I can't erase existing data.

I don't have a delete button,

But I might make an exception for you.

You remember you left me again, two weeks ago?

This isn't a hotel,

But please,

Aaron, come back again.

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Breakup is hard, but mending your heart is harder.

This chapter is dedicated to those who vote and comment, and please also go and read chapter 21.5, however - it is fine if you do not and keep going as well.

Again, don't forget to vote and comment because that's how I know you liked and read the chapter!

Dedication to cabaye and sincerely_al

Until next time,

Em xo.