At the start of this year I ended a long-term relationship with someone I still loved.
He's a truly lovely, good man, and I care for him very much – but it wasn't right, and I'd known it for a while.
We did a pretty good job of separating with as much mutual respect and care as possible, and we're still in sporadic, polite contact every now and again.
Today's his birthday.
I've been fine about the breakup for a while now, but today it's all hit me again and I'm so sad. Guilty that I broke his heart, sad that such a special guy isn't in my life anymore, sad knowing this is the first birthday of his in years where we won't be doing our usual silly traditions... I keep finding tears rolling down my cheeks out of nowhere.
I'm not regretting the breakup – I know that in the long run it was the right thing to do. And I'm not sure exactly what I'm posting this for. I just really didn't expect today to be this hard.