We’re all done. Didn’t get to fool around one last time for fun or nothing. He came over, we talked, his relationship isn’t changing, I want more, he doesn’t want to be the one who gives me more, we’re done.
I’m going to go cry myself to sleep for a little while now but I’ll be okay. This needed to happen. I’m going to be better for it.
But, damn, I’m sure going to miss him.