Yeah.... Mike broke up with me last Thursday cuz he was unhappy... for the past month and a half. If you want more detail, call me. Too lazy to explain here.

I'm doing okei though... just sad... cuz... I'd just figured out I'd fallen in love with him the evening prior to the breakup as I was completely in the dark about his discontentedness. I mean, he seemed irritable and whatnot but I put my complete trust in him that if something was wrong, he'd tell me, as he said he would. But no, he didn't tell me he was unhappy. The reason: he didn't think it was me till a week prior to the breakup. He wanted to save our friendship. Just seems more strained now.

I've cried twice only since Thursday. Amazing. Used to be something like that happened and I'd sob every night for about four days. Eh. I'm probably getting used to heartbreak.

But dammit! He was the best thing that'd ever happened to me. Made me more responsible and emotionally stable. I still have the responsibility (somewhat), but the stable part... yeah. You guys know me.... >_>

EDIT: Oh yeah. Forgot. Breakup occured Oct. 6th, three days before our three month "anniversary". His longest relationship, my shortest. How 'bout that?