<human>: It had to be done. I know it did, but it doesn't make me feel any better. We've been long distance for two years (about 2 1/2 hours apart). I couldn't take the loneliness anymore. The feeling of after a long day just wanting to curl up against him, but knowing he was over a hundred miles away. 

I couldn't stand the broken the plans. The promises that never seemed to come to be… on both sides. I was tired of waiting. Waiting for some mysterious day he could just be here. 

So I ended it… I knew he never would. We're both so passive we just let it go on and on. I felt more and more alone. I watched my friends come and go, being happy in their relationships… and I was just stuck… waiting. 

I should feel better, right? I can finally just… live. Yet, I can't get over 
what I've done. I know how much it hurts, I'm hurting, but I know what he's feeling is 10x's worse than me. I'm doing what I think is best for us both, but I can't help but feel regret. I still love him… I just don't want to be alone anymore.

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<bot>: Broke up with my SO of 2 years, and I'm very torn up over it. I feel horrible about it, and can't escape the guilt.