Andy

Andy texted me this evening.

I never stop missing him (he’s about to move again – he got a job in Chicago!), but I honestly thought I was finally getting over him; I stopped thinking about him everyday, I stopped thinking about him everytime I saw or spoke to a male, and I stopped thinking about him every night…entire days could go by without me thinking of him, without me staring at my phone wishing he would call or text.

But talking to him just makes me remember how much I really liked that kid…
And now I just want him back all over again.
Even though I don’t see white picket fences in our future, I still want him.

Men make me irrational.
Er…actually, just him, mainly.