So my ex and I had a really great and meaningful relationship. We often laughed at the same jokes and had the same life philosophy. We were so much in love with each other that we started planning our future together. That white picket fence home with high ceilings and a two story house. The Saint Bernard we'd have as a family dog. I've never had a relationship with anyone like I did with her so when we separated, it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to endure in my life. Now, I know this must be overly said but I'm not used to depending on others or even letting them into my world. Bonds are something I'm good at. But with her, I never felt so free, so loved and cared for. But eventually, it just didn't work out. I'd rather not say the reasons why but for some context, it wasn't for anything unfaithful or promiscuous. We just didn't work out. On the day we broke up, we had a huge argument for several weeks after and had a bad falling out....