Ok for some reason blogger won't let me title this post, I'm not sure what's up with that. I realize that I've been gone for quite awhile here, it's nothing more then laziness on my part, and the fact that I've been busier then hell lately. I feel like all I've been doing is running.

Anyway, I have a confession to make, so I figured I'd do the same type of thing I've done before... so here goes...

#1- I'm so in love with you it hurts, the idea and thought of losing you makes me sick to my stomach.

#2- You tell me you love me, you tell me you want to make this work, but how do I believe that?

I quit

I never meant to fall in love with you, I never meant for things to be this way. When you came into my life all I wanted was a friend, maybe someone to flirt with occasionally, to have fun with. We took that to the next level with out really thinking, with out really realizing what it would do to the both of us. When we went out that night I didn't mean to hurt you, I didn't know I could. Your anger was so thick that I found it best to hide from you, to pretend like I didn't notice. Yes I drank too much, yes I may have danced too much but you hurt me that night too. I didn't know you could do that to me, didn't know you could hurt me that way, but you did. It made me realize just how much I felt for you, just how much I needed you. Now where does that leave us?! Where do we go from here? Do I walk away and see what you do? Do I stay and wait? How much more pain do I need to endure?