It is a sad fact of life that “all good things must come to an end”.

My head nearly caved in from the beating dealt to me by this life lesson on Friday, February 16th, 2007. For those of you who are not already aware, Samantha B. and I have broken up. While the relationship was extremely enjoyable in its prime, I did not think it really had any potential to last. And - to be honest - the two of us had crashed headfirst into a rough patch since I got back from school. I’m inclined to think my preoccupation with university killed the whole thing, but the realist in me acknowledges numerous other factors.

While the experience was extremely difficult for me - despite the fact that I was the dumper, not the dumpee - I feel I will manage to push past it. In the past, my heart and mind have been forced to do battle with the paranoia that is so neatly intertwined with the thought of never meeting another special girl and other feelings of insecurity. But it is all nonsense: the reality of the situation is dependant entirely on my own actions. And I refuse to be shackled to depressing thoughts on the issue.

And so, I am able to walk away from the situation reasonably unscathed. There are times where I feel regret for how things turned out in the end, but I know such feelings are inevitable, and are likely to pass. Nevertheless, I do miss her. And I hope to never forget her. We have agreed to still be friends, but I question how long such friendships truly last.

Anyway, there is the explanation of that. Just for those of you who did not know. Andrew found out through Facebook, and he attempted to console me by brutally slaughtering my forces in a game of Starcraft. All the while, Binkle called for rounds of comforting hot chocolate to be poured down his gullet, in order to pay tribute to the times Sam and I enjoyed together. At least, I suspect that was the reason. His insatiable lust for foodstufs may have also been a factor.

Now you know the rest of the story.