I felt liberated after I ended things between us on Monday. It was like a weight lifted off my chest after being there for so long. And thank goodness, we didn't have sex after seeing each other for a month. He said we should wait til we were both ready or, put it this way, in love so that our sex would be meaningful. We did some foreplay at his place. But sex was off limit. And I wasn't really into having sex with him either. He self-proclaimed that he was a good top. But I don't really buy it - partly because he has a dick with the size of my middle finger when it was fully erected. I'm not complaining about his relatively small dick, I just don't really believe what he said. I'm so glad thing was over between us. Truth be told, for the past 3 days, my mind wasn't really thinking about him at all. Funny thing was that last night I had a dream about having sex with him. And it bothered me for the whole morning because I didn't want to have sex with him, be it, in real life or dream. No, I don't miss him. At all. Sometimes I wonder if God is testing, and making fun of, me.