I should probably explain what happened with Michal.

Short Recap:
I was super excited and giddy when we first started dating. I had crushed on him for a year before we went on our first date. Within the first real month of us going on dates, people were already referring to us as boyfriend and girlfriend. He was already planning a trip for the two of us at the end of July.

I became skittish. I distanced myself, timid at the thought of becoming so serious so quickly. I was annoyed by how I seemingly lost my identity as me and became known on our running team as “Michal’s girlfriend” and asked “How’s Michal” before being asked how I was doing.

So we drifted. Simple as that. No questions asked. No conversation really. A week went by without us talking on the phone or texting. Then two. By the beginning of May it was over, whatever “it” had been. He sent an e-mail that basically said unless I made a clear definition of what he was to me, he didn’t have time to see me. I wrote back that I couldn’t give a label to what “we” were. I couldn’t. We were still just dating. I couldn’t refer to him as my boyfriend. Didn’t want to.

That was the end.
Things are strained.
I miss his friendship.

He dropped out of the race at the end of July so I’ll be going solo. Rumor has it that he is really hurt by the whole situation. If I couldn’t give him my all, he wanted none of me. I was hurt by that. I felt pressured to commit right away. I felt like everyone we knew expected us to fall in love immediately, get married, and have little runner babies. I felt pressured to be one half of a perfect couple.

That’s the way it ended. In an e-mail.
How lame.