My mom made me go to the school's production on Little Shop of Horrors tonight. It was a great play, but I was very distracted because he was there, in the band, playing bass. When I walked in our eyes pierced each other. He looked dishevelled and sorry and hurt. The whole time I just wanted to go over and touch him and kiss him and make it better...but that's the thing. I want him, but it's my own version of him. I wanted him to come over and love me in public, get down on his knees and say he didn't care what the rest of the world thought, and why did I, and couldn't I just come back to him and things could be alright again? The only thing real that made me stay was the physical part of us. Scientificly, we were perfect. We could have sat back and laughed and passed on our DNA and made wonderfully healthy, beautiful babies. We were physically electric together. Nothing else, we discovered, as we got deeper and deeper into each other's minds. There was nothing except for a false hope that he would change and become what I needed that made me stay.