Not with a Bang
It already feels like we've broken up.
It's eating me up inside. You logged on to that site as soon as you got back home. After we had that wonderful weekend together. Checking the messages you'd exchanged. Of course I only know because I didn't have my own computer with me when I was last over. And the worst part is I wasn't even trying to snoop. Autofill's a b****.
Then I ask if we're okay. And you say you don't know, and you haven't known for a few weeks, but that I shouldn't worry? How can I not worry? What am I even sticking around for at this point?
And what nauseates me is that in all that time, you still talked about our future, you treated me like everything was perfect. Were you feeling guilty? Are we in a sympathy relationship? Do you just not want to be the bad guy?
I don't know if I can do this anymore. I don't want to sit around waiting for you to decide if you want to break up with me. If you have to ask, I'm pretty sure you already know.