I feel like I don't even know where to begin. I don't know how to tell this story. Mostly because when I tell this story I'm fully embracing that's it's over and I'm not sure if I can handle it. These last few weeks have been pretty awful, but in retrospect, the last year has been less than desirable. July 20th became the day that my relationship with Dave ended, however it feels like it ended a year ago. A year ago, Dave changed. He closed off, shut down, stopped talking, stopped caring about anything outside of himself. He stopped being the guy I fell in love with, my best friend. I didn't see it at first or maybe I did and I refused to acknowledge it. Guess I'll never know now. All I know is that it's over. The last two years of my life have ended and I lost my best friend in the process. The guy who knew all my faults and secrets and idiosyncrasies and pet peeves and favorites and passions. My heart is broken and there's this pain in my chest...