It began a year ago, then ended a year later. A year and one day later.

So I guess to sum things up, my boyfriend(ex) told me about two months ago that he is going to move away for University, and that he will not be staying here. I tried ignoring it, I tried accepting it and be happy anyways, and I tried talking to him about it, but no matter how I approached the issue, I couldn't get rid of the wall I had put up once I had let the reality sink in. The reality being we were destined to end the relationship one way or another and we both knew it.

I broke up with him Sunday night, and am doing better than I thought I would be. It's upsetting, and it hasn't sunk in that I'm single again, which is why I think I'm doing okay right now... I still love him, but it was for the better.

He said to me that you have to be 100% in the relationship for it to work out, and he is right. It wasn't fair to him or myself, and hopefully we'll be able to be friends again... I won't hold my breath and I am so sorry for having to do it, but his schooling is important to him and now he doesn't have anyone holding him back from what he really wants.

This was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Breaking your best friend's heart isn't a small task, and I wish it wasn't necessary... But no matter how many times I've told myself it wasn't, I knew what had to be done.

The death of our relationship is a particularly difficult at the moment, but everything happens for a reason.

Hope to talk to you someday

~Anna