It doesn't really hurt much, so I probably wasn't in love, anyway. However, it fucking infuriates me that everything she said, in retrospect, was a complete and utter lie, whether conscious or not. Then she has the gall to text-message the whole thing to me. Like, uh, how old are we? That's some mad disrespectin' fo real. I just want to sit down with her and ask her what the hell was going through her mind exactly. I know she isn't dense or stupid, but she may be a bit deficient in accurately assessing the feelings she feels towards another person. She must be if she acted like she did. Also, it makes me feel like a bit of a fool for going along with her and saying the things I said and knowing now that they didn't mean much more than any other words spoken to her. Luckily, pollution has not ran so rampant as to wipe out the entire population of fish in the sea, and I'm sure that a few healthy, able-bodied scaly creatures remain. Either way, this allows me to freely wander my eyes wherever I choose, which is usually nice. But, I still think that it may have been love, and I'm just trying to trick myself to feel less.