Single.

He text me that he wanted to talk and he would meet at my car.

I knew.

I knew what was happening. I gathered his things in my weekender tote bag and walked to my car. He pulled his car up, put my big blue bin in my trunk and took his sleeping bag. He asked to me get in the car. We both kinda blurted it out at once: it wasn't working, we were fighting a lot, we weren't meant to be, we couldn't marry each other, it would never work out even if we kept trying, we just aren't "the one" for each other. We said we loved each other, we both said we were sorry, that we wish it didn't have to be that way, he drove me to my dorm, gave my back my car key, and we kissed goodbye.