I Knew It.

I fucking knew it. Somehow I knew that's what she was upset about. Somehow I knew... Actually it's not that amazing. I thought of every possible thing that it could be. Probability says one of them was going to be correct. Sigh. I shouldn't be happy. I shouldn't be in such a great mood, as if I just accomplished something great. She chickened out. That's all. Who am I to say that it is for the best. I am just seeing things through these selfish eyes. I don't know what's best for us. Hell, it was just proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that I don't even know what's best for me. The only thing I can think of is something I've been saying for a while now. Don't worry about what breaking up may do to me. I can't, I won't force you to be with me if you truely don't want it. Until you decide that, however, I will not give up on you. I love you.