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Brad and I broke up. I'm actually okay, surprisingly enough. I'm more relieved than anything. One less thing to stress about, I suppose. I miss him in the sense that he's someone that I care about and truly like. We can't do the distance, at least, I can't do the distance. If we were in the same place, maybe it would have been different. Oh well. I would say that that's the least invested I've ever been in a relationship that lasted that long, but that would be a lie (e.g. Brian), though I didn't see my future melt before my eyes when we decided to break up (e.g. you know who).