Love Story

Storytime. Part 6.

{Read previous posts here.}
I said yes.
He moved back to campus the second half of summer to take a class.  We passed the days laying by the pool, hanging out with the few friends who’d stayed for the summer, and trips to the Hill Country.
Fall came around and classes started back full time.  Stress from classes, friends, and our respective exes finally got to us.  We argued about everything and it was clear we were both becoming miserable.
One evening, he came over to my apartment.  We’d bickered earlier in the day and I was fed up.
I asked him point blank “Are you happy?
Mr. BUB seemed taken off guard, “with what?
Me.  You.  Us.
Then what do you suggest?
We need to break up.
…to be continued.