She called me today. We talked on the phone for about 30 minutes, finally got the air cleared, everything laid out in the open.

She told me that she loved me.

But she wasn't in love with me, nor has she had any regrets about the break-up. She was certain that we should not be together, that we weren't compatible, that the problems we'd encountered so far would only get worse if we had stayed together.

She was sorry that I was feeling miserable, and wished there was anything she could do to make it easier.

She also said that she would always care about me and that she hoped at some point, when my feelings had changed, when I'd found somebody else, when some more time had passed ... that we could be friends again.

She called me sweetheart thrice, hon twice.