It was our second to last night in Marseille and I finally found the courage to say the words that have been stuck in my throat for weeks.

“I want to be in a relationship with someone who loves me, and I know you are not that person.”

Those words were hard to say, but they are even harder to write because writing them means this wasn’t just a fight, it means we really broke up.

To say it is for the best is a cliché.  Of course it is for the best.  It was a lopsided relationship.

It still sucks.

Since I couldn’t sleep I googled ways to get over a breakup.  So far Lauren Conrad is my front-runner with the sage advice to take a weekend and binge on crying and ice cream (was totally planning on doing that anyway, but it is nice to see it looking all official in print).

But first, must survive the multi-hour trip back to Italy with my no-longer-sweetheart.