So craziness has been happening. A month ago (I think) I met this guy on the bus and we started talking. At the end of the bus ride he asked for my number and we begun our friendship. We'd take each other to lunch and text. That was up until thanksgiving, when he told me that he'd fallen in love with me. "I don't believe in God," he said, "but I prayed that I'll end up with Axanti." That hit home. He went on to say that he could love me more than anyone else could and that he wished he was Darrin (my boyfriend). He kept saying he loved me and then said the we could never speak again because he was torturing himself seeing me with someone else.
That on top of the rough patch my boyfriend and I have been going through equals one confused mind. I was soo confused. Did I love him too? No, actually, I didn't. My sympathy for him manifested itself in a strange way at a vulnerable time. It's Saturday night and he texted me again, saying something is missing from his life. What is happening?? He knew from the beginning I was taken. I did nothing other than be polite and give him rides home sometimes. When he told me all of this (on FaceTime), I cried. I cried for so long. I called my amazing friend Steven and told him how I felt: like a horrible person. He comforted me, thankfully. I just hate the burden of ruining someone's life on my shoulders.
