There may be some references here to previous posts about me and Danny, they do provide a back story if you have not read them and are interested.
Danny and I had been dating for a couple of years when I broke off our relationship. It wasn't like he did anything wrong, it was simply the fact that after two years our relationship was at the same point it had been after two hours: lots and lots of sensational sex, but no real intimacy. It was almost as if we were Friends With Benefits. Don't get me wrong, we did fun things and were together more than not, but I didn't see any long term commitment, and decided I needed to shake things up.
Danny wasn't pleased when I told him of my decision, but he also didn't put up a really big fight. We parted as friends, and stayed in touch as we started dating others. A year or so later I found myself invited to Danny's wedding. He was marrying a girl I knew, Charlotte, and over time we even managed to become friends.