Initially I was madly in love with someone. We got together but after a while the spark disappeared and I guess you could say I fell out of love. Spending time with them started feeling like a chore. I was dreading it. I knew I needed to break up, but was thinking about how to do it. We live a ways away, so where do we meet up? It would be awkward to do it in public. It would be awkward if I made the hour round trip just to break up with them. How do I put it? Etc. While I thought about this, I pushed them away. They picked up on it and to my relief, broke up with me. It’s like a breath of fresh air. I wish them well, I just knew it wasn’t good if I was dreading spending time with them, if it felt like a chore, if I would rather get in a car crash on the way there than spend time with them. It’s nothing they did wrong, I just fell out of love. Once the rose colored glasses fell off, I realized we don’t have anything in common and while they want a very intimate relationship and could do intimate things for hours, I wanted something more casual and being intimate felt very uncomfortable.