Unfriended. The truth is though, he wasn't a friend, not any more or, at least not in a way that feels comfortable to me. And, obviously, my way wasn't comfortable to him. I am terribly sad. But I'm also okay with it. I couldn't and didn't want to try to force casual acquaintanceship on a relationship that was once close. Perhaps with time that will feel right to me. For now, it actually feels better to not have to watch him be friendly to everyone else while ignoring me. That really hurt. Truly, it's easier not to watch it. He's a good guy. I hope he finds the happiness he's seeking. I wish I could have been a bigger part of his life. But he made it clear that my friendship was of no use to him. I don't mean for that to sound self-pitying. It's really just a fact. I don't believe either of us did anything wrong per se, just incompatible personalities. One thing I never told him. I hate to be touched when I sleep. I'm a light sleeper and it keeps me awake. But with him, even when I didn't know him well, I loved having his arms around me at night. I don't know why. It just felt nice to me. I slept well. I'm going to miss that guy. Be well, "whatever your name is". (He appeared to think I was too pushy when I asked him how he'd like me to pronounce his name. I noticed he'd decided to start using the correct pronunciation after I got to know him using another. For me, asking was a natural courtesy that I'd extend to anyone. He refused to give me an answer. That's just an example of our incompatibility. The ways that I interact with everyone else felt like "too much" to him.) Life is long, and I'll see him around. It makes me happy to know he's running about this world, doing his "thing." He makes it a better place.