Second Extension of #3

So if some of you remember a couple posts ago I extended my third way of failure. Well I have more, my love life now is truly and utterly a complete failure. MB ended our 35 day relationship this past Thursday. We were talking for a while, I guess we both got too busy for each other. So on Thursday night at 11:30, MB messaged me on Facebook (classy), the classic "can we talk", the start to all the worst conversations. Within a couple minutes we made the agreement to break up. There was the whole we can still be friends thing (which he still hasn't talked to me since, so I guess not).  At first I was not concerned about the whole thing because we were drifting away and we kind of lost our lovey feelings for each other before that. I guess it was a race to who would be brave enough to break it off first. But every once and a while I weep when I hear a song or see something that reminds me of him. I have stereotypically eaten my ice cream and had the long talks with my friends, so I think it will all be ok.