After dating for what seemed like forever, but more realistically four years, you broke up with Lorenzo. You love him, obviously. And he’s sweet. But he’s insane. He’s possessive, controlling and obsessive. He always had been but the last year of the relationship, he had gotten worse. His insecurities had piled up and bubbled over.

“Are you crazy?? Roses with a bunch of thorns scattered all over my bed???” “You need to come over here and get all of this out. Now.” You text him angrily as soon as you walk into your dorm and see the display he’d laid out.

“is that an invitation? so eager for me to come over, are you?” “i'll be right over, darling.”

Merlin he’s delusional. You think as you type an angry response.

“No I’ve change my mind. Don't ever come back in here again. How the hell did you even get into my dorm in the first place?”

“oh come on, love, you know i can get into your room. ive done it many times before. i just can't stay away from you.” “you'll learn to love me again someday. you won't be able to resist me for long.” “i can see it in the way you look at me. you want me. i know you do.” “you want to touch me, to kiss me. and i want to feel you, to be with you.” “i'll do anything, baby, just give me another chance.”

His messages make you want to smash your phone against his head. But he isn’t wrong. You do miss him, a lot. You take a deep breath, deciding if it’s worth the reply or not.