You deserve much better than me.

I just got asked out.
By a guy I never actually have any sort of interest in AT ALL.

And I agreed.

So what. Sam's just my friend. He broke up with the girl from my school before we got back, and we just got to talk and hang out and be friends at the mixer. So what if he carried me off like a regular prince charming would after I slipped on a puddle of sweat chasing after his hat? So what.
He's just my friend.
We texted like pirates Friday. That's what friends do.

I could so use this to get over him.
And I want to.

But in the deepest corner of my mind, part of me just wants him to wrap his arms around me again, and to bury my face deeply into his chest and stay there.

That's what I wanted all along.

I'm done a month of my meds, and we're starting to scale them down. Real update in the morrow.