After everything I've gone through with Kevin, we're actually starting to talk again. I mean. I don't even have a reason to dislike him because he didn't actually do anything to me. I don't know. Sometimes I guess I just don't want to accept that I can't tell him I love him anymore. I'm not saying I do. Grr. It's just. Even though it's been awhile since we like were sort of affectionate towards one another, it's just. I miss it. I think I actually do. And that's hard for me to say because I'm the one admitting that I can't get over him. I'm going to bed. Night.