I had a conversation with him in my head tonight. It was very good for me, kind of. It didn’t even matter that he didn’t really say anything. The conversation covered our entire relationship and I guess the things I thought about it, and, really, I guess, if I regretted it. And I came to the conclusion that I didn’t. And that the reason I didn’t like all the way is because, I think, I didn’t really feel like he was even my friend for a kind of large portion of it. Because, like, the last time anything happened between us, at the beginning of last summer, it was the farthest we had ever gone and it was far from the worst I felt about it, so it doesn’t seem like there is a real correlation between hooking up with him and feeling badly about my relationship with him. But, I think for the majority of our relationship I felt sort of like he didn’t respect me as much as I think he should have. Whereas at the end I felt like we were actually friends so it didn’t really bother me. It was like the thing where it happened and then we hung out the next day, whereas in the past it had happened and he was out the door. And that made me feel bad. Anyway. It was good, I think. The conversation, I mean.