So this last guy I was talking about.
Started off great. Was funny. I liked him A LOT. He knew it too. Told me that we shouldn't get too close because he didn't want to leave me heartbroken. Stupid here doesn't care. She just wants a chance to be with him. All the while he was here he made me feel beautiful. Was completely happy with myself. No insecurities. Nothing. It was great. Loved it. Being with him was so much fun. =)
Memories. They eat me inside. Ah so painful.
In truth. I don't miss the relationship. I just miss him. I miss talking to him and seeing him.
I miss my friend.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

But like he always said, "be happy that it happened rather than it never did."
Truth.