Well, H sent me a text saying he wasn't feeling well and could we please reschedule lunch?
He said he went to bed super early last night and that is why he stopped texting, and he was sorry if he worried me, and that he loved me.

When I got that I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, but then mad at myself for thinking "Oh good, he still loves me so now I'm ok."

I am way too codependent.


"Everyone you meet has baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack."
¤Formerly DelinquentGurl¤