At times, when a relationship go downhill, is there a perfect timing to end it, or a perfect scenario, or a perfect mode of delivery to inflict the least amount of pain?

Unfortunately not.

In personality tests I did in the past, to the question "What would you do when you start to realise there's a problem in the relationship?", my answer would always be, stick it out and try to work it out.

That was before I was attached of course.

Now, I've come to realise, that there's never an absolute direction to head, or a definite route to follow. The destination is clear, but en route that, the angel and the devil in me fight it out. It's never easy, and no matter what, its an end to something I started, albeit the fact that it was a mistake, it was MY mistake and I let it happen.

It's something I have to do, for him and for myself. I don't blame him for whatever's coming or has come, no matter how things turn out in the end, whether we can still be friends, its no one's fault but mine, for letting a mistake happen.

Heartfelt words he'll never get to see or hear about, it probably doesn't matter cos I've become the worst in his eyes. But, if that makes him feel better, so be it.

I wish you love, and all things nice. You'll find that one person I never can become, and hopefully, she'll make you the best you can ever be. Like you said, "life goes on...", in your world and the one I call my own.