April 22nd: Broken
You've broken me.
I've found myself thinking about you during the day. Not constantly, but enough. I blame her for putting the idea that you like me inside my head. I still don't know if it's true or not.
Then, tonight, I looked for you. On purpose. Of course, I didn't do anything about it. I knew you'd find me anyway.
And you did, which made a small part of me happy.
The rest of me is just confused, and/or in denial.
