It feels like what we were meant to be

I told him all of the things I'd written down that day, about how we are making it harder for each other, how I can't be a good friend if I am also his girlfriend.  I said, I think we need to break up.  And so we did.

And then we talked.  About what going forward would look like.  About concerns I have with jealousy, about taking time to acclimate to change.  And then we just talked.  About my day.

I love him.  I do.  But this feels right.