Can we even love?
I came back from whatever my conversation was with that blue lightsaber. I give myself a soft depressed sigh to myself, "Why can't I be honest with myself." I said to myself and sighed once more. He probably doesn't feel the same way I feel at all, plus if that idiot did like me.the one question I ask is..Can we even love? I should get over today's conversation, sooner or later you can tell him how you feel wait, why comfort myself that's a dumb idea those students would do. Anywho I need to have something get over my mind and may feel better...
