weird

he moves on. a does, that is. he asks h out and she's ecstatic - she's liked him for years. i think about it all saturday and then dream about it that night.

it makes me feel weird. not jealous, although some might think so. i have my own life now, my own boyfriend who adores me, happiness that comes from inside - not like before when it depended on him. i just feel weird.

maybe it's because he said he'd wait for me, wait until i was better. i know i moved on, but somehow it still feels like betrayal, a broken promise.

i'm coming to terms with it. talking to t made me feel better. i know he loves me, even if he doesn't say it.

i think i love him too.