Do you ever get that awful, wonderful feeling when you want something to be, but don't believe it can? I know he feels that way. I know I feel that way. The only problem is that I feel it in terms of "it couldn't be me he feels it about..." The one major flaw of blogs: you're saying it to the whole world, and she doesn't know if it's her you mean. He doesn't want to use my name - but, oh, I want him to. I think I feel the same. We've been very alike so far, should I let the few differences prove my psychological defeat? Love makes your stomach flutter on the wings of a thousand butterflies, and churn with the pain of them eating you away from the inside. (that seems quotable, but if you quote, give credit, please) ~ Bethie