you kissed me. at first you asked to and i said no, but then i was stuck in car, with music playing, with the saddest, most vulnerable guy ive ever met, pouting because i finally stopped to think and decided turning you down would be the best option. but eventually we kissed. i know we both enjoyed it but then what? now what? what was the point? i even asked you that that night and your response was grabbing my face to kiss me again. i think i should feel passionate toward that gesture but i dont… i want real answers. the truth. why me? why kiss me? why kiss me and then leave me hanging to think? i can forget about that night, like i have all the ones in the past but i also think this is the most bittersweet friendship ive ever had. its hard, but is it worth it? i think i need you more than you need me, but im working on that. im very close to being able to stand on my own two feet without anyone and i will be stable again.