Like a white lie that night, or a slight touch at times: I don't think it meant anything to you.
I really don't understand boys. Not one bit. After all the "this isn't going anywhere" and the not talking for 3 days [god, that makes me sound obsessive] he's back with a vegence. Acting like nothing's changed. He even called me darling again and [after guessing it was me that phoned him on Saturday when his mum picked up, argh] said, "my mum said you sounded like a nice girl". No stupid jokey faces, no exclamations marks.. okay, okay, I'm reading too much into this. I just wish he wouldn't flirt if he didn't mean it! If it was just the usual flirting, I'd be fine with it.. but he said he had 'feelings' for me.
Apart from that, I'm just fucking great, aside from the fact I have a 2 hour long Maths exam this afternoon, I didn't get to sleep until three and my parents had a huge fucking argument last night, which once again reminded me how much relationshuips fuck you over.
So, why would I give it all up for him, when I know damn fucking well I am not that good?
No matter.