Lies. I hate lies. I don't even know if he lied about the last situation, but I did find out something he was lying and deceiving me about. Her. He didn't even like her. He did it to keep his mind off of me. If you don't like someone, why would you think about them? It makes no sense. Nevertheless, he did it. I died. Or atleast I thought I did. All the emotionlessness I had bee feeling, it all came back at once. Anger, sadness, all of it. I wasn't supposed to find out. I did.

He had decided to stop talking to me or something. He was being a jerk. I let my annoyedness out on Emily. She told me she thought I should forget him. She would NEVER say something like that about him, when it came to me. I said "You know something, don't you?" "No." "Don't lie to me. You know how I am." "Ok, fine. He asked some girl out on Friday and they're going out." (I never like the term "going out" for some reason) Here's the point where I died.

I paced, I cried, I screamed, I kicked, I sobbed, I threw off the bracelet, Emily picked it up, I grabbed it, I stared at the silver tainted with betrayal. I felt stupid.

Can this be simple? Can this be quiet? Can this be peaceful? Can this be still?
Yes, but it won't.

He ignored me a few days later. It angered me, that after this He would ignore ME. I should ignore him. But I don't.

He called to me tonight. I was so scared, so nervous, so happy, so sad. I let it out, he took it, I cried (IN FRONT OF HIM!), he apologized, acknowledged his wrong.

I hate I didn't get angry. I hate I didn't yell. I hate I didn't slap him. I hate I don't hate him.

He loves me, I love him. He's afraid he is losing me, or has. Ditto. I hate that I have distrust (is that even a word?) against him.

But I don't hate him. I never could.
I still love him.

Shoot!!