Him. He leaves without goodbye then expects me to walk with him. To talk with him. When he wants. I went that one way... that way to the bus where I see him. He didn't wanna see me, obviously, he didn't wait. So much for do whatever "tickles my pickle" :( You definitely KILLED me. I over this. Can't we just be friends? If not I can handle it. I've been thinking about it. You don't seem like you can settle for friends. But we have to do what we have to do, and I... I my dear. I'm over you. Like completely over you. I don't LOVE you anymore. I care about you, but I don't LOVE you. I wanted to tell you in the hall...but I just couldn't find the words.