He came over today…it was different than before. I don’t cry anymore. We can just have fun. We should have broken up months ago! We can finally lay in bed and talk like friends. He tells me about all the errands he needs to run. He tells me stories from when he was in college. I like him more every day, but I’m not necessarily in love with him. We can finally have actual conversations. This is what I wanted. Besides, the sex is great.