If you ever break up with me, promise you'll do it right.
And pick a cloudy day, so when I walk back from the supermarket with a bucket of Ben & Jerrie's, I can cry dramatically in the rain and fully indulge myself in runny mascara lines and another pathetic heartache.
If you ever break up with me, crush me to pieces and grind them to dust so I never think of doing this again.
If you ever break up with me, make it horrible. Make it hurt. Make it end.
That's all.
Also, please don't ever leave me. That's all. K bye.
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