Today, I cried. Was it because of you? Yes. Am I better now? Yes? Kind of. I don't even know anymore. You told me how you feel about me, saying that you do like me, a lot. It made me uncontrollably happy, even more happier that you opened up to me; told me what was going on in that head of yours. It made me feel good that I was the only person that decided to open up to. I told you that I will always be there to listen to you, and I meant it. Today, as I sat there in History, I realized that even after what you said, I wasn't mad at you. I could never be mad at you, never hate you, never not want to talk to you. I don't want you to think that you can't ever come to me for help, because you can. I told you that earlier today. You told me that I was the only person that you have opened up to in a long time. You told me that I should feel special because according to you, I am special. And when I talk to you, I feel special. I know that I can talk to you when I have problems, and you know that I will always listen to you when you talk. I'm glad that you told me that you will always come to me first when you need to talk. You told me that you like me, but since there's so many things going on in your life, you want to wait till there's an "us." Honestly, I don't mind; cause I know you still like me and to me, that's all I needed to know
