Those are the last words I wanted to hear. I can’t even comprehend or grasp the concept without imagining the possible outcomes… I don’t want to sit there conjuring up thoughts of what you could be doing. Whenever I hear people going on breaks, I always think it’s downhill from there. At least that’s what I think whenever my friends talk about their breaks. Of course my mind is going to play tricks on me. Allowing me to believe that you’re capable of talking to other girls… hanging out with super lame party animals… fall under the influence. I’m terrified of breaks. At least a break up decently tells me that you can do whatever you please without owing me an apology. At least a break up would clarify where we stand. Breaks are heavy on one’s heart, it just feels like you’re preparing to break up. 

Thankfully, when you tell me you want a break, you mean well. You don’t want a break to talk to other girls. You don’t want a break to hang out with your boys. You wanted a break because our relationship was intense. Beyond repair and under construction. You gave me a new definition of break. Breaks are meant to redeem yourself. They help cleanse the mind. Restore our feelings and prevent massive arguments. Now knowing what a break means for us, I’m willing to endure anything that’s to come my way.