I broke up with the boyfriend. We dated for three and a half months — my longest relationship since Levi — and within that time we became good friends. But, as I've previously alluded to, there really wasn't any spark there. 

I had written about this before, pondering whether or not I will ever feel that "spark" again. That giddy, euphoric, love feeling that is just so much fun.  That nervous, sick to my stomach feeling — that only means one thing...trouble.

I have been trying to resign myself to the fact that the intense attraction that I had to Levi — the intensity of our "love" — was immature, and real love should be something else. It should be comfortable and safe, it should be "best friends," etc. But it just seemed too...boring.

Still, I was trying to hang on...stick it out...try something new...put this new "love" hypothesis to the test.

I guess he caught on. I mean why wouldn't he? Three months into the relationship and I'm already making excuses not to see each other. Three months in and we're already squabbling like we've been married for 40 years.

He gave me an ultimatum. He said that either we commit to having a "real" relationship and start building a future together, or we end it. Obviously, I choose to end it.

But, I've ended this mini relationship with much hope for the future. I think there must be something in between crazy love and boring love. I can't wait to find it.