valexis

Thank you guys for such inspiring comments!

The boyfriend and I broke up and it was pretty nice, actually. We began the day (yes, I went to Reno that morning and returned that night, more on that) with the greatest sex ever. Maybe we both knew it might be our last. I actually cried. Then we moved to the break-up talk (not immediately).

I got pissed.

I stopped being pissed.

We rented a movie and had more awesome sex. I cried again.

Since then, I've been partying, hooked up with my best friend/ex-boyfriend, and haven't really thought too much about hiim. It probably has to do with the fact that nothing in my day to day life has changed. I suspect that by the "sad days", like summer vacation and holidays, I'll be well on my way to moved on.

Hooray for me!