I'm one of those people who will think about something so often that I just blurt out what I have to say without thinking about the time or the place. My current relationship began with my (now) boyfriend inside me with my legs up over his shoulders. We were having extremely wonderful and fantastically rhythmic sex and I said the stupidest thing possible.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

He paused for a minute, I assume considering the current situation that we were in (which is something I wish I had done) and said Yes, and got right back to what we were doing. After we were finished, laying on the bonus room floor in a sweaty embrace I offered him a way out and he didn't take it. I was over joyed because I thought that we could have been something.

Now, after nearly 2 years, I feel like I have trapped him like children used to trap bees with coke bottles. I have been debating whether or not to end the relationship and how to go about it without risking a possible friendship. Some times while we lay there on the floor all I can think about is ending it the same way that it began, and hope he understands.