So I got up this morning to start my never ending life cycle. Teddy (my boyfriend) came and picked me up. He leaned of and kissed me, like he does every morning. Its more like a routine by now. It was diffrent this time, something felt diffrent. I could not figure out if it was a good diffrent or a bad different, all i know is that it was different. So I just blew it off. Of course brought me a carmal mocha and a muffin, my favorite breakfast.
He asked me, "What did you do this weekend?".
I replied with, "I was so busy missing you i did not have time to do anything else." I was expecting him to pick up my hand and kiss it because every Monday moring when he asks the same question I respond with the same answer.
Instead I get back, "Why did you do that Amy? There is so much more you could do with your life and you could do so much better then me!". Okay, this was really starting to freak me out because he only told me that one other time, when he kissed another girl.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!", I yelled.
"UMMM, nothing?", he replied.
"Tell me what you did.", I said trying to keep my cool.
"I spent the night at Alison Kert's house."
