it was for the best

i've been doing some thinking and i've come to realize one thing: the breakup was probably for the best. i love her a lot. and i would love her to be my wife. she gave up on us due to such trivial things. if this was a preview of things to come then it would have been ugly. it would have been harder if i proposed and then she said no. or it would have been harder if we got married and have a family and everything went to shit. the plan was to propose to her on our 9th year anniversary. that would be have been on july 16, 2017 and the plan was to have the wedding one year later. i would have been 30 years old and let's say that i'll be dead by the time i'm 75. that would mean that we would be spending 45 years together and in those years there would be problems far worse than the trivial shit we went through. who knows how she would have responded. so basically, what i'm saying is, i sort of dodged a bullet there.