Well, one thing’s for sure. I love him, but I’m not IN love with him. I like him, a lot. I do, but there’s something that’s missing. I don’t know where all the butterflies has gone, or the electric shots that used to rush through my body. They come at small doses from time to time, but not all the time like they are suppose to do when you’re in love with someone. Like really in love.
Everything feels okay now, I'm home again and I don't have that creepy feeling I usually get when I leave him. For once I think that I can actually forget him, and possibly move on. To someone better, someone I can be myself with since all of my friends and my mother dislike the person I become when I'm with him. And I can feel it as well, I'm not myself and when you can't be yourself somethings wrong. Really really wrong. It's just not meant to be.