Ended it last night. I was so totally cool about the whole thing. I still can't quite believe it myself. Didn't get upset in front of him, didn't cry even though I felt like crying a couple of times. Only cried a bit after he left. We ended it, then had sex. Twice. It was passionate, a little rough and hell so good, that at the end of it, I had to bite my tongue and hold myself from asking him if he would consider beeing in an open relationship, friends with benefits, the sort. Then we cuddled naked on the bed and chatted, until after midnight when he left. I don't think he really wanted to leave, but I had to be in work by 7am.. I took the key back, but couldn't look at that red ring on it this morning, so i hid it at the bottom of the drawer with bed sheets and towels in it.
It was the most civilised break up, I ever had. I don't know why I'm finding it so tough today. I always knew it wasn't going to last, I was never really in love and obviously we'll try to be friends, I also wouldn't be surprised if we ended up in bed with each other again, but it's still painful.
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Don't let it get you down, we can all be dead tomorrow