I broke up with him in my dream. “Him”, being the guy I'm cheating on my boyfriend with. We were in a restaurant having dinner, which we don't do often, when he gets up to go to the men's room. A few minutes later I realize I needed to visit the ladies room. As I get up from the table, I see a guy walk through the front door that looks up to no good. You know, wearing a long, wool coat in the summertime type, with shot gun or a bomb strapped to his body. Being the alert and aware American citizen that I am, I look for him too let him know what could be going on. I see him walking towards the table with another shady looking character. As I get closer, I realize the guy has a gun to his back. I keep walking. Past them, past the ladies room, past the kitchen, out of the back door leaving him behind. That was the end of the dream. I left him just like that.
    

            Why can’t it be that easy in real life? I’ve been seeing him for over a year now and I can’t get him out of my system. My boyfriend is a cute, sweet guy who thinks the world of me. I should be happy! My friends & family thinks we should be getting married. They really like him. I wouldn’t say I don’t like him, I just don’t think the world of him. It’s one thing to like someone and another to love them. I don’t think I love him.
    

            What is love? I mean really, how do you know when you fall in love?Is it a warm and fuzzy feeling? Sparks? I had sparks in the beginning. Maybe it had something to do with all of the winning & dinning. Now, it’s all come to an end, and we have sunk into a dull, boring, mind-numbing routine. How do we keep things fresh & exciting? How do I keep those sparks flying without venturing outside of the relationship?