And the end is just the beggining...

Okay, so we've stopped sleeping with each other. It has been a week nearly, and I must say, it is quite a relief.
I've felt better this week than I have in a while, I didnt realise, something so seemingly simple and harmless could be having such an impact on my everyday moods etc.
But yeah.
It's kinda odd, when we first stopped I was wondering well, do I even want to be just his friend? Is it completely a sexual thing?
I'm thinking now, it is not. I think I do want to be his buddy, but it's kinda hard.
We had a text conversation the other day, I was kinda sick of the nice nice nice texts, like I say you should do this, he says I can do that, I say hey I did this, he says wow, your great thanks, I say - you get the picture. I asked him, are you trying to be really nice to me? He said yes, he is trying not to be mean to me cos I deserve so much better, blah blah.
I'm all like, Why do you even want to be my friend if you have to put in so much effort, I'm sure we didn't used to have to put in so much effort. I also asked if he thought that we'd be friends like we used to be back in the day if we hadn't slept with each other at all. He said prob.
You can't tell though can you?
I think I still dont know what I think.
It's odd.
I must admit it is odd.
I still can't imagine never sleeping with him again. Never, ever.
Is that strange?
yes I think it is a bit.
I can imagine us having an illicit affair and ruining our marriages, and still never getting it right.
Now that is strange, very strange,