Me: Was it 2010 or 2012?
Kevin:* Uh, not sure. We've been on and off since 2010.
Me: Of course you don't remember.
Kevin: Hey. Don't put this on me. You know I get preoccupied. I can't always be there for you.
Me: Yeah yeah. Once I get used to you not being around is when you decide to pop up again.
Kevin: Well you know, I feel like you can't deny that we have a deep connection. I can sense when you start to... forget about me.
Me: And lord knows you can't stand the idea of being forgotten.
Me: You know that you shouldn't be taking that as a compliment, right?
Kevin: Come on! Give us another chance. I know you so well! Better than anyone. We're meant to be.
Me: You do. But that doesn't mean that this is meant to be OR that this relationship is as beneficial to me as it is to you. I can't keep adjusting to you being there for like a week out of the month. It's not fair.
Kevin: I can commit! I want to commit!
Me: But honestly, I'm starting to think that I've been better off during the weeks that you're not around.
Kevin: How could you say that?
Me: DAMMIT KEVIN. I think it's time to rip the fucking band aid off for good.
Kevin: I'm not going to let you throw six years worth of history away just like that.
Me: Well, I'm at least going to try. And when you come back again, don't expect to be welcomed.
*My acne goes by a pseudonym as to not be recognized and/or be responsible for the suffering he's put me through.