How about, I break up to your place when I know you’re home alone. You get mad at me because I’m here, and you once told me not to do it because I’ll regret that day.
I begin talking, and talking and telling you that I need to understand what happened. We broke up very well, very sympathetically. We were still looking at each other like two people that wanted each other. Time passed, you needed time. We needed time. We don’t talk now. Why?
If I broke up with you, does it mean that I lost you? B*******!
I want to understand why you’re with this girl now?
In a couple of days, I’ll begin seeing you everyday… If only you accept for us to be in good terms.
You know it’s all in your hands? right?

Anyway, after the talking I look at you, waiting for you to say something, and I get closer. Tears are all over my face. I’m trying to understand here what happen and I hoping that you won’t be as harsh on me as you have been these past two months.

If only I could break up to your place.