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Nate had let me know when he had class so I could help myself into his dorm and collect my things that were left there. We both knew it was best if I gathered my things while he was out because we didn't need the unnecessary awkwardness of having to be stuck with each other for no important reason.

It had been a few days since the breakup and I was starting to feel a little better, keeping myself busy with assignments and studying for exams. The last thing I needed was to dwell on all the memories and moments we shared.

It may have gone downhill towards the end, but the rest of the three years we spent together were too good for me to move on so quickly without being affected whatsoever.

I knew Nate and I were no longer working so part of me felt relieved. It was a flame that had died out a long time ago. It was rational for us to break up. We probably should have sooner.

However, there was still a big part of me that had to get used to this change.

Spending three years with someone,