Breakup Part 1

Let me try to remember what exactly happened for the past week. When we got back from Hai Phong, I told you I was hurt because you kept pushing me away. You kept giving me the "It's hot and I'm sweating" excuse. Days after that, I was the one who initiated most of our dates. I called you, asked you to pick me up, and barged into your apartment.

You were cold and distant, and I couldn't figure out why. When we go out, it seems like you never even want to see me. You don't even want to touch and kiss me. I had the feeling it's gonna be over soon.

We had lunch the day before the farewell party. Before we slept that night, we talked about our breakup. And you gave me your hanky because you said I'm gonna need it.

You: How about it started with a lunch and ended with a lunch? The last lunch we'd ever have. It can be the one we had today or tomorrow or any other day. Or how about 3.33am? Good enough for you?
Me: How about lunch and dinner? Started with a lunch and ended with a dinner?
You: I still like lunch-lunch. The last lunch. It's almost poetic. We'd never know until it's way over.
Me: Okay.
You: Or how about now?
Me: Now?
You: Now? How about now?
Me: Last lunch then.

Darn it. You got me now, and you want to let go?!

I was crying for the past several days, and my eyes are always red and puffy. You said you never understood why I was crying. We had a great time, I should be happy. It's nothing to be sad about. When I say I'm gonna miss you, you say nothing. As if you heard nothing.