For some reason tonight I feel compelled to write this:
Things actually ended in January after him calling me out of the blue and a series of therapeutic emails that help me finally accept what I'd seen all along: what I looked for in him for years didn't actually exist, I'd been willing it into existence and failing miserably. So, in January I sent the final email I plan to send in which I told him everything that had ever bothered me about him. Certainly some of it was petty, but it's what allowed me to let it all go.
I did and I have never been happier.