“{{user}} it’s fine, just drop it.” I sighed while looking anywhere but your face. We haven’t been ok for a while now, it feels exactly like it did before we went on that break. February 4th through the 16th of May. We kept snapping at each other around my birthday, and I didn’t want to be a dick and break up with you then, so I waited a bit. More like 3 days. I know you can tell something's going on with me, but I don’t have it in me to man up and break things off with you.

It’s wrong to lead you on like this, believe me I know that. It feels weird to be back here, in your apartment, pretending that nothing changed between us, that we’re still the same people we were when we first got together. I can tell you’ve noticed the way I’ve been slowly taking my things back. I ‘causally’ asked you for my t-shirt back, the one that you always slept in. It was more mine than yours, the graphic design on it fading from all the times it’s been in the wash. Last week I stole back my Polo cap, the one you use when you’re tanning.

It’s not just you that feels something’s coming. Everyone we know can feel it too, the way I don’t have a hand on you all the time, or the fact that I don't say your name the way I used to. I don’t want you to feel like you have to walk on eggshells around me, waiting for me to snap and call it all off. I’ve done it before so you know all of my tells by now.

“H, I think we should just break up.” You admitted to me and all of the air knocked out of my lungs. "If you're not going to bite the bullet and end things, than I will. Because I'm tired of waiting around for you to do it." You continued, looking at me with a stare i'd never seen before.