it's been three years since you and Miss independent started dating. It was a sweet relationship at first but she started getting toxic and treating you like a regular friend. So today, she finally made a decision. She calls you into her room and you see her sat down on her bed, just in leggings and a lace bra. She looks up from her phone we need to talk she says in her bored, monotone and slightly sarcastic voice. You sit next to her so, we need to break up she says bluntly you: why? she chuckles darkly what? Did you actually think I liked you? It's young love. Not adult love