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he loves me, he loves me not

he loves me! (well, in my head he does). or at least my dreams.

its a pretty freakin complicated thing, love is. especially in the beginning where you are trudging your way through feelings and emotions that you want explained. you want to talk about certain things, but not scare off the boy at the other end of the conversation. you want to know he thinks of you like you think of him. you want him to want you.

aaron is that for me right now. i just see it working. things he has said, things i feel, things we do, things i say, etc. it feels right. i just need to convince him of the same...any suggestions. drug him?! haha just kidding.

he texted me earlier that he got the worst fever last night, and felt awful. i told him he was going through hilary withdrawal/detox. haha. yes, id like to think im right. he really liked my magazine spread...weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

welllll, hopefully we will figure it out. again, to be continued....

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been there, it gets better
i responded on ur facebook site.

ps i love the response...hilary withdrawl haha! thats great!

love you!

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