I figured maybe I don’t love him and we should break up. But every time I think about it, a voice inside says I do love him and wants to work it out… I don’t understand… I say that I don’t love him but I also say that I do… I also still hold his hand and sleep with him and allowed him to move in. But then maybe I don’t really love him at all. I tried asking myself maybe I’m just lonely or something but that doesn’t seem it. Being with him is scary though this is true. And breaking up with him feels relieving. So maybe I should just go with that.