Kaput

M2 and I are done. Fini. Consumado. Kansei. Volledig. Fullbrakt. Perfetto. O-V-E-R.

It wasn't entirely unlike ripping off a band-aid, really. Quick. To the point. Over pretty much as soon as it began. And ultimately not nearly as painful or difficult as I'd expected despite the apprehension and over-dramatized build-up. In fact, somehow, someway, I think technically I managed to get him to break things off with me.

Damn, I'm good.