Relieved that he’s here, breathing, living, being himself. I’m really glad. Goodnight ~

I hate that I miss you.
I miss you as a person. You, as a human being. You, as this one guy I grew to truly care for.

This person with a mind full of great ideas and a heart full of warmth. That’s how I see you.

Another side of me is so afraid that you’re just playing with me. That you’re only toying with my feelings just to get whatever you can from me.

And whether that is true or not, I still risk it because I still care for you.

I always spoil you and I hate it, but I don’t regret it. I let it be and hope that it’s real, you and I, and that I’m not the only one putting faith in my feelings.

When I see you this weekend, I hope this will be the point where I can come to a decision, a conclusion or closure, or better yet, some solution.

There has never been a day that you haven’t crossed my mind even once.

I’m starting to freak out. I haven’t heard from Wes since spring break. I didn’t think much of it because I thought we needed some time to clear our heads. But when I finally had the courage to give him a call a few days from today, his phone was disconnected. No sign of him on fb or twitter… it’s starting to really worry me.