And so it begins again. And not with a bang but a whimper.
So, D broke up with me. The idea of loving me like a friend, and not a partner. There was confusion about whether the doubts that were there were the normal doubts that anyone has or if these doubts were specific to this relationship. In the end, he decided, it was specific to us - and ended it.

I cannot stop crying. I think that is normal when you break up, but it has been a long time since I felt that. I thought this relationship was going to stick. I wanted it to stick.

I love him.

But it is over. He dumped me and then emailed or called his friends before heading out on the airplane with the tickets we bought. He took the trip we planned but without me.