Here you go again; calling him, complaining about your boyfriend, crying and having him comfort you. It feels like you’re living on loop. Part of you questioned when he would get sick of it. He doesn’t comfort people well, but he is a good distraction. He’ll drive you wherever you need, buy you whatever you want, he doesn’t care about rules or the time. If you call, he answers. Now, you’re sitting on the back of his bike, he had just parked it on the sidewalk infront of a park. He was walking over to sit on a swingset infront of you. “Why don’t you breakup with him?” He bluntly questions. He has his hands in his pockets, trying to keep himself warm as snowflakes fluttered down on you both.