You were walking around your house, your phones in your hands before it accidentally opened your messages with your boyfriend, Luke. The movement of your hands autocorrecting your keyboard to type ‘I want to breakup’. How? Blame technology, you didn’t even notice, since you were busy cooking.

A few minutes go by and you hear a note on the door, you went to open it to see him by your surprise, looking out of breath and panicked.

‘Are you unhappy with me? What did I do? I love you, we can’t break up, did you find someone new? Talk to me, I’m here to listen… I know I’ve never been that talkative but I-I can change… for you baby’