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02 Wednesday, September 3, 2008 2:42 AM

I'm like really feeling some type of way right now.
I care about him so much, but I almost feel like I will never mean to him what he means to me.
My heart actually aches.
Cheesy much?
Yeah I know.
But WTH.
I just hate that I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I've said like mad times that I'm going to stop that; but I never do.
I can't help that I'm emotional.

Like, I don't wanna rush him into anything he isn't ready for, but at the same time I can't help how I feel.
I hate that I don't know, and I hate not knowing (that applies to lots of things).
Like, to say that I'm confused would be and understatement.
For example,
when asked "Tavi, are you single?"
How do I answer that? (Since technically I am).
Usually I say that I am, but I am "talking" to someone.
But then, I always wonder, when he is asked if he is single, what does he say?
Ha, guess this is just part of growing up.
I just wish that I could go back to the days when my only concern was which outfit I was going to dress Barbie in.
I love him, and I said that I'd wait...
But I can't help but wonder how much longer I'm going to have to.


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