“You’re a horrible girlfriend.”
“I know.”
“No, not in the way you think.”
“… then what?”
“Because if we broke up, I would think of all the good memories we’ve had and all the one we would be missing and all you think about is my holey jeans.”
“………….. nooo.”
All because of in between this last phone call and the last last phone call, amidst tears I texted him saying:
“I can’t do it… I can’t go to chem lab on Monday and not cry when the memory of your holey jeans crosses my mind if we don’t make it..”
To which he had replied:
“Of all things you remember me by…”
It’s not that that’s how I remember him.. It’s just because it’s chemistry lab.. and he has this pair of jeans with holes in them because of all the chemicals that have spilt all over his jeans one time or rather. Which he still insisted on wearing when we were still going out.
But I have banned him from ever wearing them again because it’s now just a big mess. He still insists that he wears them because of sentimental values however. To which I replied, “Well, you could always keep them in your closet and take them out from time to time and stare at them longingly if it matters so much to you.”
Then he would say, “But they’re comfortable….”
“…..”
Stubborn.
But he has stopped wearing them since then. He has since learnt to dress himself more appropriately.
I suppose you can guess from the way I am writing that we’re fine now. 
Right after he told me I was horrible and all that he told me that he was sorry for earlier this evening. I said I was really sorry too.
I still cried because I was so relieved but not only that.. memories we’ve made throughout our relationship was floating about my mind reminding me that those memories are the kind that I won’t be getting ever again if we had ended right there and then.
He doesn’t know it but I was crying because I still felt unworthy. Of being given this second chance.
I am going to treat him well when he comes back for the weekend. I bet he knows I will.
