So, there's this guy that I was dating for quite a few months, and I really liked him, and he really liked me... Then one day, we were suddenly moving too fast, or too slow.. I don't even know, he said both in the same span of time. Like, if we were moving too fast, say something and we can slow down, too slow and say something, we'll speed up a bit... Is it too much to ask that he said something? I certainly didn't think so... So we stayed friends.. but I still liked him, and I think he still liked me.. We were dating but not, if that makes any sense. I don't really care, because it does to me. Well, then a little over a month ago, we had been texting, and suddenly he was very angry and not himself... We fought, and I told him never to speak to me again. Come to find out he was drunk. Long story short, we made up. We're friends, and a short while ago we were even talking about the possibility of moving in together. But it was either the next day or the day after that, I found out that he was now in a relationship... Not with me. That hurt. Quite a bit. But he's happy, and I've learned to live with it. I may never find a love like that again, and if anything I may just have to settle. But it doesn't change the fact that I keep hoping against all hope that something will happen and he and his girlfriend will break up and he'll come back to me. Oh well. Every day I fight with myself not to tell him that I love him still.. I always start the text, but never send it. It would not be a smart move.
On a lighter-ish note, my uncle leaves for Russia on a missions trip tomorrow. He'll be helping to build a church in a little village called Panino. I'm very proud of him, and I will miss him very much, as will my grandmother I'm sure.
I'm not sure what else to say, but I think it's time for me to find my last textbook and then go to bed. It's been a long day.
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