Well,
it's official.
And, you know, I never do daylogs. I've done one dream log. One. But never a day log.
Today deserves it, though. Today I broke up with my girlfriend of almost two years. It was entirely amiable and friendly and civil; we've known this was going to happen for months now, and have just sort of been trying to deny it the whole time. So we decided to just get it over with.
We haven't really been a couple for about a month and a half now; this just makes it official. The Conversation went something like this:
"This just isn't working. Maybe we should just call an end to it."
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing."
"Okay. It was really cool while it lasted; an honor and a privelege."
"It was for me, too. Still on for game on Friday?"
"Yup."
"Cool."
That's the condensed version of about an hour of conversation, but that's more or less what it came down to. And damnit, the romantic in me rails against that. We were so in love, for so long... and it comes to this sort of anticlimax? I suppose that's infinitely preferable to the alternative -- pain and tears and screaming -- but, well, it's unaesthetic. Sane, very sane, but unaesthetic.
I shouldn't complain. So I'll stop.