I broke your heart on Saturday, two days ago now. I regret it so much, I don’t even know what possessed me to do such a thing to you. All I want is my girlfriend back, but I know it’s going to take allot to make this up to you.

We dated for almost 7 months. We’ve been drifting apart from each other for the last month but I should’ve just done something about it instead of cutting everything off the way I did. You’re such a sweetheart too, it pains me to think about how distraught you are and how much of a dickhead I am.

Now, I find myself standing outside your dorm with a colourful bouquet of flowers for you. I hesitantly knock, a few of my rings clanking on the door and the sound makes me physically cringe. I listen as the door unlocks and then you open it.

“Baby, hi!” I smile wide, my full set of teeth on show. You just stand there, not returning the smile. Bad sign. My smile falters a little but there’s no giving up.

“I got you some flowers, I know you like all the colours on these ones. You don’t have to.. forgive me, at all. I just want to show you that I still care.” I tell you, even though I broke up with you.