THE MORNING AFTER

Renee and I broke up last night. I guess I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. Thing's have been weird for the last few weeks or so. I figured whenever she was ready to talk about it, we would. But she came into my room last night with her mind already made up. There was nothing I could do.

She's an amazing girl. There's no question about that. I suppose it's better that it happened now rather than later. After all, I was falling in love with her pretty quickly.

As I examine the relationship, and consider my past relationships, I realize that this is the way it will always be. I will always be on the wrong side of the break up. The one getting broken up with as opposed to the one initiating the break up. This is due to two things. First of all, I fear change. If I'm in a relationship, I'll stick it out through all kinds of horrible shit if for no other reason than I don't want it to end. And secondly, I couldn't break up with my significant other simply because I wouldn't want to hurt them. But I guess that didn't stop Renee.

We had a good time together, me and Renee did. And I can't imagine a time in which I will no longer care about her. She really is an amazing person.

That's all I have to say about that.