I did it.
I dumped him. Over text, like a coward, as my much younger brother reminded me. It wasn't meant to be this soon, but it is for the better. I don't feel any sort of pain, or regret even. That's nice, I guess. He doesn't seem to be incredibly broken up over it, but then again, I've been more and more distant for weeks.
I'm not ready though, to jump back on the scene. The idea of sharing my emotions, my secrets, my body, my mind, my heart, with someone else, a complete stranger, seems bizarre and unnecessary this soon. I need time, time to myself, time to my life and my activities. I need to find who I am and what I want and figure out my life, before I can bring someone else into it again.
He was a good person, overall. He was kind, and selfless, and accommodating. He listened and persevered and he tried so hard to love me.
I hope he finds someone who can return those feelings. He deserves them.
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