We broke up because you called me your girlfriend on the second date and asked me to meet your parents, so I told you I was getting another lemonade and never came back.
We Broke Up Because:
We broke up because you fell out of love with me and thought that I would go along with it.
You claimed for two months, the reason you didn’t hug me, or kiss me, or tell me that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me that you were just stressed. I knew you were lying from the start because when you lie, you can’t make eye contact with me.
I was so hurt at first because I thought there was someone else, someone who I thought was a friend of mine, but that wasn’t really it. You just didn’t love me anymore. And you weren’t man enough to deal with how I would feel about it if you told me. So you drug me along for way longer than needed and just made me hate you.
You were my first boyfriend, my best friend, and the only guy that I have been able to trust since. Even my guy friends can’t get through to me anymore because of you. I put up a wall, and now I’m mean. I’m not the happy girl I was.
I will never take you back, because I believe you would do it again.
“they say that if a crush lasts longer than 4 months, you’re in love.”
we had our thing going for four months before we actually dated, and started talking about this.
you asked, “so do you love me?” i said i didn’t know. then i asked it back.
you knew your answer, but you wouldn’t tell me. you said you were “afraid of my reaction.”
i never did get the answer to that question, and i guess that’s one of the many reasons why we broke up.
You claimed I was too “off” for your taste..in reality, I simply didn’t want to be your little slave. “A woman needs to put her man’s reputation before her needs” you preached almost desperately, when I decided that I would not suppress my intelligence so that you could look smarter. Your idiocy is not my fault, nor is it my fault that you are having impotence problems.
You broke my heart because your friends said you were missing out on the “single college kid life.” You broke my heart because your friends were of more importance than me. You broke my heart because our relationship wasn’t convenient anymore. After 2 years, you broke my heart. Yet, as you were ending things, everything you said and did made me think you really didn’t want to. This is why I’m never going to understand why you let me go.
Because every time you made me cry you would apologize profusely afterwards and tell me you loved me and make it better for a bit. You would pester me until I did things I didn’t always want to do. I finally was able to have enough power without you near me to break up with you, but you didn’t even see it coming. You should have seen it coming. I didn’t even miss you when you were gone.
i use cherry chapstick, i love the flavor of it.
you hate artifical cherry flavored anything.
and that is why we broke up.
Even though we tried to keep a long distance relationship, you promised me you would try to make it work. I trusted you and told you everything. Then, there was some drama between my friends and I, and you got caught in the middle of it. Because of that single incident, you told me it would be best if we were just friends, and ended it by stating that you never really cared for me “in that way” in the first place, yet months before you had confessed that you loved me. You promised that you would keep in touch, yet here I am almost a month later and we haven’t spoken. I can’t believe you would lie to me like that, yet I can’t seem to shake the feelings I have for you. I hate that I love you.
We broke up because you thought I was broke. Ha! You thought wrong.
You did so many unbelievable things… you turned me into a non-believer.
Still, I really want to believe.
You just need to edify me.
We broke up because, to you, the idea of us was always better than the reality.
Because you never showed up when you said you would.
Because you were still in love with someone else.
Because I cared too much and you didn’t care about anything, except maybe what other people thought.
Because you loved talking and making friends and I was just too awkward.
Because you blamed me for something that was both our fault.
Because you texted me and told me not to talk to you anymore.
But mostly, we broke up because I was in love with you and you wished I wasn’t.
You thought you could have your cake and eat it too. If that’s the case then honey, I’m not the girl for you. You were cute though. Better luck next time.
I already wrote the story for why here. And this ended up being the truth. But worse is that I’m only upset because of why you left. Not that you left. I was content planning a break up with you as long as it was on my terms. But I know that was dumb and selfish to keep stringing you along. But hey, you told me that you started ignoring most of my calls. So I’m going to ignore the most of your distress.
We broke up because I’m not white and even though you’re still a good friend, I would like to push you down a long, dark elevator shaft, because that’s 23 hours I’ll never get back.
