I know I've been delinquent. I've started to write, but the words just won't come. So I fill in with fluff and comments on sporting events. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Really.
I just need to figure things out. The boy and I had a "talk" last weekend. It didn't go well, but it didn't go terribly. And I still have no idea what's going on. It seems I like him more than he likes me. I used to know things weren't always as they seemed.
Now, the only thing I know is I'm not ready to give up yet. I just hope he feels the same.