Yesterday I was going to call him. But I refused to be that person, so I decided to wait. And wouldn't you know that he would call that very day. We talked for a while, I kept my cool. Even though my heart was in my throat and I wanted to hurl. We decided to hang out. We did hang out today, I got really cute because I didn't want him to see what a wreck I am. It went surprisingly well. We laughed so much, he drew a picture of the tattoo I want. It just seem so right, us being together. But we have changed within the past weeks. Maybe the change isn't for the best. When I look at him I still see my Gregory, no one else's. I held it together, I did everything within my power to not make things awkward and it worked. We had a great time together. He said that we should do it more often. When I dropped him off is when I cried. It was just sooo RIGHT! We are meant to be but he doesn't want it. Why doesn't he love me anymore? I want to be his friend, I really do but I don't see myself moving on if I am. Seriously, why is life so damn complicated?