Well, it's over people. I made the call yesterday and ended it with Greg.
While I'm sad at it being over, I think I'm more relieved than anything else - I hadn't seen him in a couple of weeks, we were barely talking, we hadn't had sex in far too long. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder - but in my case it didn't.
I did fall in love with him though, and that is the part that hurts the most. I could see me introducing him to my parents. I could see us moving in together. In my mind, he could have been "the one".
But unfortunately things change. We were both going through stressful times with work and other shit, and it just became easier not to make the effort.
There's so much that I'm going to miss about being with him. He treated me with respect, he made me feel important. I felt like I was the only one in the room when we were out at the clubs. He cooked breakfast for me, he bought me lindt dark chocolate, he knew how I liked my coffee. I just loved sitting on his couch with him laying across me, holding my hand while we watched crap TV.
The sex was great too.
But it just wasn't enough. Something was missing, and I can't really put my finger on it.
I've got no bad feelings towards him, and I really hope he doesn't either.