You and him were high school sweethearts. You started dating him when you were both just 14 and have been together ever since.

12 whole years. You and him were 26. You spent all of your guys’ childhood and early adulthood together. Everyone that knew him, knew you. Everyone that knew you, knew him. You two come as a package. Or, well, came.

Because now, his name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. The last year or so, you two have been nothing but fighting. A ‘perfect’ relationship that had it’s up and downs through and through lead to a disaster. You wanted to settle with him, he didn’t want to feel tied down. That lead to series of arguments. And now you two seem to find anything to argue about.

But the last argument was what caused the split between you two. You tried to calm him, wanting to find a solution “We’ve gotta let go of all of our ghosts-“

“We both know we ain’t kids no more.” Max cut you off sharply, a deep frown on his face and his nose scrunched up as he barked the words out, throwing his hands up into the air.

And so you broke up. Only to hear that half a year later, he already had a new girl. Kelly Piquet.