it's been three years. Three unbelievably long and painful years of loving him. And just when i thought he was out of my life, there he is. As soon as he senses that i'm moving on, he finds a way to crawl back into my life. And i know it's my fault for allowing him to be in my life, cause at the end of the day he'll always just use me. I'll never mean anything to him. But, to me, the little time i get to spend with him, seems like an everlasting eternity of happiness. I love him. I love him so endlessly and completely. I wish i didn't. But i do.. i don't know what it is im confessing. i guess i'm just feeling lost and stupid and i needed to get it off my chest.