he was awkward around pretty much everyone, but I guess my parents didn't realize that. it's okay, though, because you can obviously tell he cares about my family and I.
for the first time in around 2 months, he was allowed over to my house. although, in those 2 months, I had been sneaking around with him.
and no, we weren't kissing, or anything along those lines. we, in the simplest form, missed each other.
he was my bestfriend, after all.
I was there for his father's death, as he was for my grandmother's.
see, I am in love with his soul, mentality, and body.
sadly, my brain has made him a bad person.
he's not, though, and I've realized that.
he cares about me, although, it's very hard for me to make myself believe it.
he does. he was happy that my parents like him again. he was happy when I left my boyfriend for him. he was happy for me, either way, through everything.
that means he cares..right?
