He was dropping you off at your place. He had noticed you a bit quiet and distant the whole night. He didn't want to think too much of it. Not until you dropped the bomb and broke up with him. He didn't really have words. He could've asked why. He could've yelled and gotten angry. But he didn't. He was quiet, unable to form words as he looked into your eyes. Those eyes he loved getting lost in.

"I..." He tried but the words just didn't come. He felt conflicted. Where did he go wrong? Did he do something? Was there someone else? Was he not enough? So many questions that only you had the answer for.