I just got out of this really serious relationship a little over two months ago. We had to break up because we loved each other too much. We were so deliriously happy together, that we just fell up each other's assholes and forgot the rest of the world existed. (Allow me to interject that we had been very close friends for years before we started dating, and the timing of our relationship beginning just so happened to coincide with a series of fuck-awful things happening in our private lives: close family getting critically ill, financial complications, and piles of other unfortunate nonsense.) So, finally, we made the pragmatic decision to seperate until we're able to get our lives ironed out and back on track. We haven't spoken at all (aside from a few short phone calls like "Did you pay the phone bill?") for two months, and last week he called me wanting to meet up and talk. We met up, and it was just like old times. We had a great time, just talking and catching up. And then, it happened. He told me he was still intending on marrying me at some undetermined point in the future (it could seriously be 5+ years: peace corps, finishing off our graduate studies, establishing careers, etc). We got caught up in the moment, fell back into each other, and spent the night together. Of course, it was amazing, and leaving that next morning was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. We spoke later and decided that we needed to meet again to discuss what we wanted to do, what new paradigm we wanted to establish. Do we want to go back to cutting the other out completely, have a distanced friendship (limited to phone calls and emails), a close friendship, or do we want to try taking a major step back from where we were, but start dating again? Obviously, being friends who hang out face-to-face is going to pose a few problems. All of these options seem equally terrible. We met again to discuss what we wanted to do, and wound up falling into each other again. It was easier to leave that next morning, though still terribly difficult. I'm not quite sure why. So, now, here I am. A part of me wants to tell him that I need space- that continuing to talk to him and not being able to be with him is just too hard. Leave it at that, (attempt to forget about his certainty in our painfully distant future) and try to let him go and move on. I have no idea how I'd even begin to approach that conversation, though. I'm afraid. I don't want to hurt him and I don't want to let him go. Another part of me wants to be strong and accept that the situation is awful, but mow through it and attempt to have him as a friend. This is incredibly difficult because we are still very open with discussions of love and us. I don't know how, if I even could bring myself to do it, to ask him to stop telling me that he loves me. Of course he loves me, and I him, but saying it and living in it momentarily makes coming back to the reality of "us" no longer existing THAT much more torturous. And then there's dating... I'd give anything to spend just one more day with him... but, at the same time, I feel that it's unhealthy to engage romantically with him at this point. We both have so much to take care of, for ourselves. I'm really not ready to be with anyone at this point- and he definitely is in no place to be considering anything romantic. (He's still in the depths of a pretty serious depression, with a thousand pounds of baggage weighing down on him, including serious family issues which he really needs and wants to focus on) I don't know what to do. Can you give me any advice?