halfNice

So I finally told her it was over. Believe me it was the toughest thing I’ve done and, even though it’s been over a month, I’m only just beginning to get over the pain of that day. Because, don’t get me wrong, I still liked her. I’d love to have a back as a friend, a very close friend, but we just weren’t right as a couple.

Here’s how I did it: I met her at a neutral place. I told her plainly. And then I let her lead the conversation. I didn’t make too many excuses, I didn’t use any of the cliches. I just let her ask questions, and let her cuss me out a bit.

The book is good – but not as good as they all say. It’s funny, wacky, sometimes touching – but is it as life-changing or phenomenal as some other famous books? No.

I liked it, I’d probably read it again. But so what?