I feel a bit juvenile for writing this but I could do with the reassurance/a handhold.
Ended things with my boyfriend of a few months this weekend after a week or so of deliberation. Neither of us was technically in the wrong and it ended very amicably but after the initial excitement of being in a new relationship wore off, it just didn't feel quite right. I love a kiss and a cuddle and a chat in bed and I realised that although he was wonderful at the other things, I was never going to get that and the thought of spending potentially the rest of my life without that just made my heart sink.
I've read back on the list I made of reasons to end it (that in itself is enough, surely) but I'm sitting here on my own on a Sunday evening after a lonely Bank Holiday feeling incredibly sad and wishing I could be sat on the sofa with him under a blanket watching mindless TV. But that's not enough, is it?
I know it's better to be happy and single than in an unhappy relationship but bloody hell, I'm tired of pretending that I don't want to settle down with someone and have a happy little life together.