I can't get him off my mind, and i can't help but miss him. But why? i thought a week ago i hated him. i don't think i hated him, i think i hated myself for the things i did with him. i know i'll never see him again, so why do i sit there thinking about him. i know. because he said he loved me, he said i was beautiful, he said that he'd come see me in america, and even if those all were lies, those were the things i wanted to hear. i would cry, and he actually wiped the tears from my face and was there telling me everything was alright. i just wish i could see him, and feel the way it feels to be loved by someone and be in their arms. i'm pathetic