Middle School:
Bf: *passes note*
Note: Im breaking up with you. It's not you, it's me. Please don't hit me.

Highschool:
Bf: *texts me*
I'm sorry, but were through. It wasn't working out. Your kind and sweet and beautiful, just not the girl for me. I know we had some good times, but it just doesn't feel like we are meant to be. I'm sorry.

p.s. Please don't hit me.

>_< I don't understand. Do I look like some trained assasin?