Dreams. Fleetwood Mac.

I sit in my room looking at the memorys we had together. The times we kissed the times we dated the times we wathed a movie together the time we laughed all gone. Love is the least of the problem. I Meet up with him to hang with him. we were doing ok till i fell asleep. I awoke woith the sharp pain in my heart i looked down and saw it gets deeper by the moment. I look at him with one last breath and aske" Why do this to me im scared" and i fell over not to talk or play or even talk agian. I saw a long tube like light and found myself on the floor of a hospital. He stood there looking at me....

Boy problems.

Anyone relate?

So I'll just skip ahead to the break up. He said he thought I was a really nice person, but we needed to break up. My mind couldn't focus and I didn't think to ask him why he thought we should. I asked him a few days later and he said he wanted to tell me, but he couldn't. Like, what the hell?

My crazy-ass "friend" finally pulled him aside one day to ask him why. She recorded their conversation on her phone. (A little creepy). When he said why he wanted to breakup, it sounded like he didn't like that I was too shy. I'm a very quiet person and I'm even quieter around...