This isn't a break up.
We're just exes, who happened to bump into each other in the middle of the overcrowded grocery store before Thanksgiving.
Awkward, civil greetings were exchanged.
Civil gradually turned into monthly coffee dates, weekly drinks, daily calls and now here we are.
Cold nights turned into fiery, carnal rendezvous.
It was clear from the beginning we just wanted a break, an escape from the loneliness of the world.
"Sorry Al, I can't do this anymore. Someone is bound to get hurt."
This isn't a break up. So why the hell does it hurt so damn much?