I guess I learned to accept the inevitable.
You broke my heart for a third time today and for the first time, I didn’t even flinch.
You love on a three-monthly basis. Since August you have been nothing but a text from an unknown number. When we started speaking on good terms again, almost exactly three months ago, I never re-added your name into my phone. I knew all along you were only going to be back for three months before you changed your mind and I deleted your number again, anyway.
This is the last time.