So we go months without seeing each other, and I tell myself that I don't like him, why would I? We don't hang out all that often, and I was just looking for someone to crush on because I didn't have anybody. That was a year and a half ago. So why does it come back every time I see him? I don't get it. But he used me as a pillow, so I think I might start to not care. (Of course, even if he did like me, longshot though it is, there is no way in hell we could date while he lived at home. I don't even think he would be allowed, and his dad scares the shit out of me. I feel bad for him, I'm afraid he might get broken. Does he feel lonely? I know what it's like to have parents like that. Hm.) hm. that's all I have to say. (But he's one year younger, one foot shorter, and okay, rather good looking now that his braces are gone and he's grown his hair out. Is that weird? I think it might be weird. We'd look weird. I kind of don't care though.) We touched elbows a lot, and I giggled inwardly. Fourth grade all over again. Le sigh. ~Katie