You're Not the One, You Don't Belong to the World That I'm From

Today he dumped me.

Over the fucking telephone. I came back from Oxford last night, I wish he'd done it to my face while I was there. I thought everything was ok.

Instead an awkward 'phone call.

Apparently he thinks we're too different and that it just "doesn't feel the same anymore (sorry I can't be more specific)" And you can walk away, hang up the 'phone, without even looking me in the eyes. Without discussing it.

Cowardice.