It's hard to look back on how happy I was, and then look at how unhappy I am now. Things are so different. What happened? I don't think I've ever been that happy. I hope I can find that happiness once again. I'm trying to be patient. But it's really hard.
I like you. I thought you liked me. I guess we'll see what happens. You're a great guy, but you confuse me to no end. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? It feels like a bad one, but I could be wrong.
I'm wrong quite often.
What is love, anyway?