If It's Because of You

Jiang Cheng, let’s break up.

Whenever I wake at midnight and think of that message that broke my heart, I lie awake all night. I go out onto the balcony and light a cigarette, my brows furrowed, my black dressing gown blending into the night. The flickering light reflects the sorrow of its owner. I look at the lights in the distant windows, but not one of them is lit for me. Guoguo, come back. I’ve forgiven you. Please?