Finally, I broke up with my boyfriend. We actually parted on pretty decent terms, too. I told him that I wanted to explore the world and I didn't want to be bogged down by a relationship, and he said that he would just wait for me. After asking when I would come back, I told him that even I didn't know since Life is so unpredictable, and he understood. I did cry when he told me that he loved me for the final time, but now I can fully move on from him. It's like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.