When Jeannie and I broke up, she said something to me that I had forgotten about til now. She told me "there was a restlessness." She did not say 'I was restless,' as if that were a character trait, and part of me. She said that she had always felt a sense of restlessness while we were together, as if it were an unwelcome guest, and not a facet of my self.
Remembering it now was significant because it is affirmation that we broke up for what seems to be the right reasons. And I am restless; I always have been.