So we had ‘the talk’ last night.
I kind of initiated it, I guess, but I’m pretty sure it was a mutual thing - I mean, he may not have realized it yet, or thought much about it, but I felt like this was about as far as we could go while still being good for each other. Or inspirational. Or even a comfort, really, because, as shitty as it is to say, I was already kind of thinking about other people, even while he was right there in the room with me.
Is that wrong? I dunno. I feel kind of guilty, but at the same time, I think it’s important that we be honest with each other. I don’t want to just keep him hanging around, wondering whether I still care, when someone else could make him happier. So yeah, I initiated it.
I feel a lot stronger for the time we spent together, though. I mean, almost like a different person. Definitely more confident. More secure. And I think he grew, too. I know he did. And what more can you ask of any relationship than a mutual enrichment of lives, right?
Anyway, I hope we can remain friends, and not in that superficial, nod-on-the-street way, but in a sincere, intimate, knowing, supportive kind of way.
And for the record, he didn’t cry - I knew he wouldn’t. Neither did I.
But I might, tonight.

Good-bye, Majestros.