we broke up because he’s a fictional character.
We Broke Up Because:
“And maybe she had certain beliefs that if you love somebody, you’re gonna like them too. And that isn’t necessarily true.”
New York wasn’t a fantasyland.
You started reading philosophy.
…and so you stopped loving me.
Like the novel by David Nicholls: we broke up because, although I loved you, I just didn’t like you anymore.
We broke up because he was more in a relationship with his friends and Xbox than with me.
We broke up not because you would eat bits of things that shouldn’t be eaten (soap is not food) nor the fact that the song “No Scrubs” by TLC could describe you better than I could. We broke up because I loved you and would have followed you the the ends of Earth and back, but no matter how much I loved you, you would never do the same.
We broke up because we were each other’s first love.
We broke up because he was just a product of my imagination.
We broke up because the cracks in a ship’s hull don’t matter until it has to stay afloat.
We broke up because you lied about the little things, and somehow, over time, the big things you didn’t lie about stopped mattering.
Because I realized the stories I heard weren’t stories at all.
We broke up because you didn’t like art and didn’t cry at the final Harry Potter film.
Because he wanted to date my best friend.
I am not in love with you anymore. I feel suffocated whenever I’m with you. I don’t feel like myself anymore when I’m around you. I’m sick of being with you.
We broke up because you lost my trust in you and that, my friend, is one of the most important factor in a relationship.
We broke up because I wasn’t mature enough for a relationship, because I wanted to spend more time with friends, and because I realised that you loved me more. I didn’t want to keep hurting you and I’ll forever be sorry.