I half way expected him to say that, but at the same time, the other half wished he’d said something different. The other half of me wished he’d tell me he didn’t feel that way, but I knew. I knew he would end up admitting it. It was completely obvious. The way he never stopped talking to me. The way he joked about how things were now before. The way he wouldn’t mentioned her unless I asked…I knew. I knew and I let it go on and on. Does that make me a bad person? I didn’t try to make him feel this way. I didn’t even ask for him to think twice about me. I didn’t stop talking to him. Why? Why didn’t I do something? Is it because I feel that way too? Or is it because I just like the idea of having him around. I don’t think i’ll ever understand why.