I was laying on my bed stearing at the ceiling. It's been an hour now that I had finished creeping on him, I actually found his house on Google Street View. I practically walked the familiar streets of Westerville on this evil virtual surface. Evil it is I say, because it made me silently cry my eyes out, sitting on the floor, with my back to my bed, laptop on my thighs.

Funny how the person, that meant the World for you one they, the next day they just... weren't there anymore. No it is not funny, at all...
Oh I am talking about Blaine by the way, you know the guy everyone, including myself thought of as my future husban, my soulmate, my other half. We were destined to meet in this unlikely place at an unlikely time. I am not a person to go spying on competition. I am the person who'd rather fail at a test, but would never, ever cheat. Thanks Noah for ruining my life. It's your fault! It's his fault! It's the freakin' stars fault that decided to stand together on the day we met! Not mine for sure!

The worst part is, that he just disappeared... Just like that. We stopped meeting as often as we used to. That one hour drive just became too long for him, for us. He was always too busy with school, and with this new very special part time job he got at a local restaurant as a violinist. We practically became long-distance lovers. At one point I started to wonder: what if I did not say good night? Or good morning? Would he still message me? Guess what? He never did...
Well that's a lie actually, because about 3 months after I stopped messaging him, but never stopped waiting for he to message me, he actually sent a message.
'Happy Birthday! Take care! :)'
Are you serious Anderson?!

That was two months ago...
Tonight, here on my bed, still stearing at the ceiling with my eyes all red and puffy, I am still wondering why. I never asked. But I always thought he would at least have the decency to break up with me. Maybe he will one day...