Every few days I get these flashbacks of the breakup. All 3 actually, seeing as they were in like, days of each other.
The first one; how he was acting, the way he told me what he had done, the look in his eyes that I knew wasnt right, his behavior that had me mire scared than sad.
The second one; the real one, the phone call at midnight, the sound o his voice, the meaningless and random reason.
And the third one; the real goodbye, the look on his face, the way he avoided looking me in the eyes, watching him text while I was sobbing, "don't cry, your eyes are so beautiful when you cry".

But it's over, it has been for months now... But somehow I can't stop reliving those days...