We need to talk. Can I come by your house around seven?
I knew exactly what he was going to say.
I felt it too.
It wasn't because we were in a bad place.
We just weren't in love anymore, not like we used to do.
A little to seven he stopped by.
''Hey.'' I greeted.
''Hi.'' He greeted back.
''So...''
''It's okay Timmy. I know what you're going to say.'' I smiled lightly, but tried to fight my tears.
''I still love you though.'' He stated. I nodded.
''And I still love you too, I'll always will. But not in that way anymore, and that's okay.'' He nodded, I saw him struggling to hold back his tears too.
''Well, I guess this is good bye then.'' He said as his voice broke slightly.
I agreed.
He turned around and walked away.
Away from me.
Out of my life.
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Awe, this one's too sad, I'm sorry.
Q: What's the worst breakup you've ever had?
A: I recently dumped my ex-boyfriend via whatsapp. Even though I broke up with him, it still hurts like shit. I still love him and I hate myself for it...
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