He didn't come over. And then I met someone. And then that someone met one of my best friends and promptly forgot he met me. And this damn month has just been so bad. I hate it. I can't wait until I can move away from here. Maybe then things will be different... Where I don't have to see him with her, where I don't to wait for him to break up with her, where I don't have to be afraid to fall for someone. Yeah. Right.