We've called it quits. It was going to happen sooner or later. Last Wednesday I think it was, M's football team Chelsea, (by this I mean M is a fanatical supporter), played an evening UEFA game against Juventus. M was supposed to get in touch after the match. "It'll be really late", I was told. And so, trustingly I waited up, even though I had an early start the next day. But my wait was in vain. Early in the morning Thursday, my phone wakes me up. It's M apologising for last night, although the excuse proffered was worse than what one would call a cock and bull story. Not being in the mood to revert to the way things were before...I suspect that M is trying to force it down my throat that it had to be that way or nothing...I refuse to budge. I had ended the relationship previously, but M had come pleading. Now its back to where we were before, and I was having none of that. Then M asks me if we are going ahead or not, and I maintain that if the relationship is not making me happy, which it hasn't for a while now, and there appears to be no attempt to repair the damage, indeed things were actually getting worse, then perhaps its better if we stay as just friends. To which M shrugged and said what was offered to me was the best there was on offer, and I replied that maybe the best wasn't good enough. And so it ended in an un-acrimonious way as possible. There is a sense of loss, but not much. I reiterate what I said in my earlier post on this. I quite like the idea that I am free again and can do whatever I want, whenever I want. The most important person in my life for the time being is me, and I am relishing every moment.