I knew this would happen. Why did I go? Was it because I thought I might still have feeling for him? Was it because I knew deep down that I had never actually forgotten about him? Was it because I wanted to talk to someone about things that matter? Was it because I wanted my chance? I will never know what made me have the impulse to go and hang out with him. We went to "The Gutter" and bowled. I wasted him, as usual, but he's always so nice about it. I made him do his ''Mission Impossible" beat-box..thing...and just like every time it was like I was locked into a trance watching his lips move and listening to them make funny/wicked awesome sounds. We played pool................. .......4 rounds................ .........he won every round. We ate pixie sticks and talked about his trip to Israel. It sounded like one big party, and made me feel like I was missing out on life. [the truth is, I am...but I'm always ok with it until he starts talking about it..then I long to get out] -as soon as he opened the car down and made me look into his gorgeous eyes..I knew that I was indeed deeply in love with him. I hate being right-