She mailed me a Merry Christmas-I'm-Breaking-Up-with-You card. I'll read it to you," he said. He cleared his throat. "Dear Marcus. Merry Christmas. I'm breaking up with you. Mia.
Megan McCaffertyI know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I canโt, like, be with him.
Megan McCaffertySince Iโve known you, youโve been spinning and spinning and spinning into all these various personas, and none of this self-exploration and experimentation has given you a sense of peace. Iโve known you for six years, intimately for four, and I still have no idea who Iโm in love with.
Megan McCafferty