Truth is, he doesn't. He hasn't. He is a nice guy, a great guy. The only fault he really has is the hardest one to swallow, and that is that I am not the one he wants to be with. I can see it in how he looks at me, or doesnt look at me rather. His face doesn't light up when he see's me like mine does when I see his. He doesnt race to the phone for me, like I do for him.
What sucks is that I am so happy when I ignore that. Every single time I am ready to throw in the towel he throws me just enough of a rope that I can hold on to with hope. I am not trying to marry him, move in with him, any of that. I just like being a part of his life and having him as a part of mine but not when I feel like I am the only one that is really happy.
I know that he is just passing time, and in a way that is all I am doing. But I do love the time that I am passing and I feel like he is well.. just not that into it. And that is where I am at.
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