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The Italian moved out.

I posted about the ending of my 366 photo challenge with a bit of a heavy photo.

 

Moving boxes and packed up belongings. I’ve known for a while that he was and would be moving. The Italian didn’t end up moving out until today as it snowed on Saturday.

Although it never hit me that he would be moving until I walked into the house today.

The Italian has, in fact, moved out.

Then cue me bursting into tears.

This was probably a result of me being completely burnt out at work. Or it’s because I never had the chance to have a good cry when we broke up. But the tears came out, as well as the wine and chocolate.

Why did we break up? Well, we broke up because we wanted and still want different things in life. With that said, we stayed friends and roommates.

Why did he move out? It’s simple, he needed to. For himself and for me. While it is hard right now, it’s for the best. The Italian has a life, I have a life, we need to live them.

Why didn’t you just make it work? For the sole reason that I want to be happy and I want him to be happy. On a romantic level, it didn’t work out. We want different things that we believe will add to our happiness. On a friendship level, we are golden. He’s actually one of my very good friends who I plan on keeping around until we are old.

I wont lie, I’m going to miss living with the Italian. He makes delicious food, he can make you laugh when you’ve had a bad day at work and doesn’t hold back when you’re being a butt.

But like all good things, they must come to an end and new beginnings have to start. I look forward to hearing about all the adventures that the Italian will be going on and look forward to telling him about all my adventures. At the end of the day he is still one of my very good friends, just no longer my roommate.

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