The purple skirt was shattered under the knife. What is broken is not the skirt, what is broken is our love. "We can't do that anymore."
The rain was falling lightly, and the old teacher was immersed in his own story. "Will he miss me too? How could he?"
He was getting married and I cried all night. "Do you know how much I wish I could hide in your arms like this without feeling afraid or facing loneliness?"
He asked why and I said sorry. "That sentence of dislike is the most contrary thing I have ever said in my life; breaking up with you is the most regretful thing I have ever done in my life."
He asked if he wanted to start over. I said, "That would be great."