After two years and 8 days, Bear and I are over. For good this time. I don't regret a single second of our relationship. He taught me how to love, what I needed to receive, and what I needed to give. He will always have an insanely huge part of my heart, and I can't do anything about that. I'm going to delete this blog in a few days, I don't have the heart to right now.
We've been broken up for a week and two days, and he hasn't said a word to me. I had to do it in a Facebook message because due to money issues he still doesn't have a phone. He was supposed to get one December first. It sucks, because I wanted to do it over at least Skype or something, but he never tried to contact me. That's what really ended it for me. I just need a fresh start I guess.
I've already gone down a pant size. Woo and hoo. I miss him. Every day. Every morning I wake up and realize we aren't together anymore it kills me. I know this was my decision. I can't be in a relationship where we don't communicate. Where we don't even talk. And his attitude about this? Enforces my decision.
He told his mom that I don't deserve a conversation and he doesn't wanna talk to me. Can't blame him though.