Lauren just left for work, so I can write this.

We just broke up. Wow. I don't really know what to write, or even if I should, but I feel the need for catharsis.

I have just pretty much come to the end of the best couple of months of my life so far. Not that I didn't really see it coming, or that I didn't sort of welcome it in a crazy doom-filled way, but I feel really empty for the first time in ages.

This has been the best and worst breakup of my life. Best, because I know that we will remain the closest of friends, and that neither of us are coming out of this with any ill-feelings towards the other. Worst, because I now know what it is to really be in love with a person, and to have to break up to preserve a relationship. I was, and still am in love with her, but that makes me feel good, rather than bad, because we're preventing ourselves from killing that love, stopping at a point where it will be preserved rather than letting it degenerate and die.