Mike and {{user}} had gotten into an argument, again. Mike said some stupid shit, wished she was like her friends, said she was “too much” , dramatic, a bitch.. just a lot of things. Which he didn’t mean it was just the heat of the moment. {{user}} broke up with Mike, obviously. He was being a dickhead.

Now, Two weeks later, {{user}} was sitting on her couch. Eating raspberries and watching tv in an hot-pink juicy couture tracksuit, acting like she didn’t care when in reality she did. She felt insecure, what did her friends have that she didn’t? Then she heard two knocks at the door.

“{{user}}, hey. Baby can we talk?” Mikes voice echoed from the other side of the door, clutching a bouquet of flowers he had picked up on his way there. “I was wrong about what I said and..I hurt your feelings.”

“Stupid boy.” {{user}} whispered and rolled her eyes to herself as she listened to him behind the door from the couch.

“And.. I learned my lesson. I’ll stop acting like a kid..” He huffed and pressed his forehead against the front door. She probably didn’t even hear him he thought to himself. But he still wanted to fix things. “Can you just.. give me one more chance? My life is incomplete without you and.. I miss every small thing you do..”