I´ve told you many times that, to me, the worst venom to a relationship is jealousy. When it´s sick. Then it´s fatal. Everytime I told you that you pretended to agree, shook your head timidly and promised to change. And that wasn´t what happened, and never did happen.
Each day, each hour, each minute, you suffocate me more, trying to take away my liberty; control my attitudes, my agenda; my friends, you are trying to isolate me as a person
But yesterday was the end of it: make that huge fight just because I called my sister sweety, was the worst.
So, for the good of us all, it´s best if we put an end to this story: I´ll be free to follow my path. FREE, understand? And you will be free to be jealous of me because from this moment on we will have nothing special that brings us together, I´m not your boyfriend anymore.