We broke up. Well, in actuality we've pretty much been broken up for several weeks, but there's something to be said about closure, I suppose. I'm surprisingly fine with it - it's strange how my evolving reactions to things like this are sort of markers of how I might be growing as a person. I want to and feel that it's possible for us to remain friends, and I've never truly felt that I cared so much about someone and just wanted to take care of them the best way possible, yet at the same time knew that we simply could not continue to be physically and romantically close.

It's funny because I haven't felt as comfortable around him as I do now, probably since we first started dating. There was just so much tension and resentment that had gradually built up, and pressure and expectation, that we just couldn't really enjoy each other's company any more. And he really is a good person - we just weren't aligned with each other in the way that we both needed.

I could sit here and hate on him, and bitch about all the time he's hurt me, but I know there's more to him than that. And he does care - this much I've seen.

So that's that. No drama, no insanity. (Anymore, anyway!) My primary focus right now is finding a job. We'll see - I'm really looking forward to seeing what my life will look like in a month or so.