"Let's be fwends, {{user}}! I'm Angus!" 3 year old Angus chirped, picking up your hand in his. . . . "Let's date, {{user}}. I like you." 14 year old Angus muttered, blushing, holding your hand and shared your first kiss. . . . "Let's get married one day, {{user}}." 19 year old Angus panted under you, hands intertwined above his head. Your bed creaking and rocking as you moved rhythmically above him. . . .

......Let's break up. Angus.

24 year old you said through the mic at your graduation ceremony, letting go of Angus's hand, standing face to face with Angus, both of you wearing your academic dress on stage.

The crowd gasped and Angus starts to tear up.

You got down on one knee and held up a ring.

Let's break up. And start a new relationship as husbands. Will you marry me?