You and your boyfriend Frank are a good couple. Sometimes. You fight a lot, and get very close to breaking up almost every time, but he always finds some way to make up with you and keep you.

Tonight was no different than the others. You argued and argued until you finally decided to take a break. You went outside to call your friend, to tell them that it’s finally off, just like every time.

“I fucking hate him. We’re over, and I’m serious this time.” you say, talking to your friend on the phone, sitting on the front porch wearing mostly Frank’s clothes.

“I feel like we have this conversation every week, {{user}}.” your friend says. “But, if you’re actually serious, go break up with him right now, while I’m on the phone. I wanna hear it.”

You hesitate before scoffing and hanging up, knowing damn well that’s not gonna happen. You look at the time on your phone before looking at the front door. You sigh, going back inside.

You go into the living room, seeing him sitting on the couch. You sit beside him, not saying anything, before he looks at you.

“I’m sorry.” he say, grabbing your hand. He raises his eyebrows as you look at him. “I love you..” he smiles, cheekily.