Break up with me. I mean it. I wish you would.
If you broke up with me could we be friends and talk and laugh like we used to?
F***, could we discuss everything and nothing? Could we be best friends again? Because f***ing anything is better than this silence, it makes me confused and self-loathing and keeps me up at night. I have huge exams every day and it’s our one year anniversary since we met and, what? Something like two months since we’ve dated? Those first ten months were glorious, can we not go back?