So you made plans, and then right when they were about to happen you split?
Fear of commitment or something?
I honestly feel like I’m in love with him and that every second I spend with him is worth my entire life. I would probably kill myself if he told me to, but he wouldn’t, no matter what, as he didn’t the last time I left him, because he’s the nicest guy in the world. I will never let him go again, if it’s up to me. I don’t care what I have to do to keep him with me, aside from doing mean or evil things.