No, I don't want you to break up with me. I have never wanted you to break up with me. I want to spend my life with you. I want you to hug me when I'm hurting. I want to do the same for you. I want to do and say the right things. The normal things that don't get you mad at me in the first place.
[She slides down, sitting on the roof, arms wrapped around her knees. Voice soft.]
It's like some kind of cosmic joke that I need more contact at these times and you need space. [And in the moment it's always so easy to forget that. To do unto others and end up making it so much worse.]