Odd how you can forget how bad a bad day feels when it's been so long.  But on the plus side - it has been quite a while (a couple months, probably).

Frank just came home and we had a long talk.

Long story short, we've decided to break up and be just friends.  He just didn't feel the same way that I felt about him.

I really, honestly, feel like I haven't lost anything.  I've gained a lot, and really not much will change.  We're going to continue living together, be roomates, and friends.

I'm not going to lie - I am very dissapointed that this didn't work out, but I can't put any blame anywhere.  Neither of us is at fault, it's simply something that happens.  And in the end, things for me are far better than they were when I lived in Chicago.

It's just going to take a little adjustment.  And, honestly, quite a few tears and long breaths.

I don't regret this, or anything, but is it wrong of me to wish I didn't have such a pliable heart?
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