cœurs brisés

I sit in my room looking at the memorys we had together. The times we kissed the times we dated the times we wathed a movie together the time we laughed all gone. l’amour is the least of the problem. I Meet up with him to hang with him. we were doing ok till i fell asleep. I awoke woith the sharp pain in my cœur, coeur i looked down and saw it gets deeper par the moment. I look at him with one last breath and aske" Why do this to me im scared" and i fell over not to talk ou play ou even talk agian. I saw a long tube like light and found myself on the floor of a hospital. He stood there looking at me....

Boy problems.

Anyone relate?

So I'll just skip ahead to the break up. He a dit he thought I was a really nice person, but we needed to break up. My mind couldn't focus and I didn't think to ask him why he thought we should. I asked him a few days later and he a dit he wanted to tell me, but he couldn't. Like, what the hell?

My crazy-ass "friend" finally pulled him aside one jour to ask him why. She recorded their conversation on her phone. (A little creepy). When he a dit why he wanted to breakup, it sounded like he didn't like that I was too shy. I'm a very quiet person and I'm even quieter around...