"I'd rather we talk in person."
This is the text message that made me feel like I was going to purge my heart out from my mouth. I had just gotten out of the shower and immediately checked my phone (15 minutes was the longest time I'd gone without looking at it in the last two days).
I stared at that message for 20 minutes, standing in a towel with my wet hair dripping on my phone, blurring the screen.
"I'd rather not," I replied. I watched the most anxiety-inducing widget (the three-dot typing bubble) appear and disappear for 10 minutes.
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In one big paragraph, he explained how he didn’t want to continue seeing me and hoped that we could stay friends.
Five years later, this moment still holds up as my favourite breakup (and there’s been A LOT since then).
I won't go into too much detail because I’d prefer to not relive that day, but the message he sent was kind and thoughtful. He explained why he wanted to stop seeing me, he apologised and he allowed me to decide if I wanted to continue seeing him in a friendship capacity (I didn’t).