He looks at me, but only for a short time. A glance, a little meeting of our eyes. Then he looks away. We've been in love, we've been with each other, holding one tight and never wanting to let go. We've been in our best times and worst. I love him and he loves me back. But now, it doesn't seem like it. As our on-and-off relationship continues on our lives get harder every day. Having MagCon, school, and performances is a lot to handle. It becomes a quest of getting each other back. Taylor, he considers himself as the hottest boy in school, and I can't argue with that. He possesses this massive ego, despite being stuck in the closet. He smiles and laughs, but it's different. He doesn't do it with me anymore. I remember when we used to cry of laughter together, smile, giggle, and plant little kisses on each other's nose and lips. He's changed. He may like someone else now, maybe in his mind we've already broken up. I know that, because he looks at other people. The way he used to look at me.