Re-reading the first poem he'd ever written for me is breaking my heart. Its amazing how soon i found a place in his heart, considering the person he is. Shelled, unlike me. I let people in and get hurt so easily. He lets very few people in, and would get hurt. But we? Fit. And i can remember the very first conversation i had ever had with him. That night. The things i'd said. The things he'd said. And its crazy to think that it was all 2 years ago, almost. It seems so much longer. And i cant help but wish we were still caught up in it all; all the love; all the passion; all the happiness. Because ever since that started to alter, so did my overall wellbeing. I built so much around him and i dont regret it. Because its almost like its okay that shit is rough right now, and we're not really 'together.' Because we, somehow, will be in the end. But it hurts, you guys... it hurts... -heart breaks-
And ever since i found out about my friends pregnancy, i havent been able to get him off my mind. Why? I have my thoughts, but i want to know what you all think...

Sometimes i wonder if ill ever talk to him again, or ever get to see him. And then another part of me wonders what would happen if we did? Or what i would do if i didnt?

-sighs and wants to cry but cant-
Im going to go workout until i cant move. Then ill shower and go to bed.