T and I broke up.

Alright, look, the breakup sucked. I mean, it was mutual...sort of. I think it's the only way to resolve our problems, which is unfortunate to say. But we just kept going in circles with a bunch of little stuff. And then I started planning going to college and that sent her into a tizzy. You know, I'll be going away, long distance doesn't work, etc etc. So, an expiration was slapped onto our relationship.

Our sex life died, and even simple stuff like cuddling started going out the door. It was just time to seperate. It was a little bit like pulling teeth (on both sides). We decided to remain friends but the closeness was still there making seperations hard. She kept telling me she missed and that she was still in love with me.

This isn't dissimilar to what happened with C. I thought it was mutual but then our friendship went downhill because she wanted me back and I wanted other girls. It really makes me feel dense and like a jerk.

Anyway, I love T but I think it's safe to say I'm not in love with her anymore. It's for the best. To be apart. I hope one day her and I can be pals again.