Conclusion

It was probably
-my fat thighs.
-my small breasts.
-my chubby tummy.
-my gross haircut.
-my slate gray eyes.
-my annoying giggle.
-my big nose.
-my manly voice.
-my immaturity.
That pushed him away.

I probably call to little and talk too much.
I'm probably too clingy.
I'm probably too needy.
I probably have too low of self esteem.
I'm probably too sexual.
I'm probably too emotional.

I probably loved him too much.
I smothered him, I know it.


What the fuck is wrong with me?

LXVE

Just when things are picking up... They plummet one million points. Just when I'm with him again... He leaves. Just when it seems that the world might be on my side... It steers away. Just when I think I'll be okay this time... I tear up, writing this down. I'm not right unless I'm with him. I know the only thing that changed is that.. we're not technically together; But that technically is eating me alive.

The way he looks at me.
His sincere voice.
The touch of his fingers on mine.
His gentle kisses.

The happiness he emanates.
His gorgeous, smiling face.
The look in his eyes.
His skin gracing mine.

...Everything he does screams that he loves me.

He doesn't even have to say it anymore...

Hang on, are you asking me out?

WTF, it took me like 15 minutes to realize he was asking me back out.

I thought he was just being a poohead.

Maybe I really am a retard. =/

Thirteen Days, None-the-less.

We're like we used to be...

...this weekend changed us.

It went from okay;

To great, to horrible;

To p e r f e c t.

"Love is the willingness to get hurt over and over again, as long as inbetween the hurt you get to be with the person you love."