His eyes don't dilate when he looks at me. Does he actually love me, or does he just love that I love him. These are the questions that haunt me. What makes me different? He said he thought he found the one before. What made her not the one? What makes me the one? What is different? I want to spend the rest of my life with him and am willing to leave everything behind. I don't care if I never know the answers to these questions. I'll give it a shot anyways. Otherwise I will regret it for the rest of my life.
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After Senior Year.
Non-FictionJune 30th, 2014. My life has always been a mess. From bullies constantly pushing me to the ground to my family pulling me in so many directions I begin to fall apart. This isn't just about all the terrible things I've dealt with, but also the amazin...
