"He's gonna break it off." At first I didn't care, I was just simply going to shrug it off and make my whatever-face. But then I felt my heart drop cold. Low, down to my lungs and completely crushing them so I could not breathe. Of course I'm only saying, 'cause in my perspective, it felt that way. That's when I realized it.

Wow, I really do love him. And I've never felt so good, yet, troubled.

Troubled, yes. I knew I put myself out weak. I looked back down on my textbook, unable to read the words. For some reason they were a blur, no longer familiar to my eyes. Thank God, I was too lost to hear anymore.