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.