Yesterday I broke up with the person I was seeing for the last year (actually it was exactly one year ago that we met), no big discussions, no regrets (ok maybe some), no big tears (maybe a little, guilty). It was just something I had to do, I felt like it was time for me to try other things, to live with a little more passion and excitement. Most of all it was a good relationship, no big argues, a little more honesty would probably make it last a little longer. But I was not ready for that kind of commitment, I felt like I was doing something that I was only supposed to do in a few years.
As soon as I left, I went to the beach to seek a little inner peace, it didn’t exactly work, so I took the longest drive home. That worked, until I got home, at that point I was incredibly sad and feeling very guilty for walking out on someone that taught me so much. I didn’t sleep at all, but today I’m feeling a little better, life goes on, and I feel like I did what I needed to do.