My therapist recently said that relationships are always stories that have to be told. I feel that. It isn't reasonable, it takes long and the break-up wasn't the end to my and his story. But this might be it now. I don't feel so in love anymore, which is a sad thing. I still like him, but I don't want to spend time with him anymore. I had the flu three weeks ago and he was really there for me, took care of me and was incredibly sweet. But that held on for about two weeks. Then his grandma died and he completely shut down again and hasn't opened up again ever since. I understand all his pressure and that he is sad and copes in a different way than I would, but nevertheless I don't think his behaviour is compatible with a loving relationship. So that's it. Maybe I will be grieving again when I think of the good times we had. Right now I don't want to, I just want to enjoy my life again