Things aren't the way they used to be, I concluded. When we became friends again, I thought that we'd have the same friendship. We'd be able to talk on the phone until 2 in the morning; we'd laugh and joke and play videogames together; we'd dance and hug and help each other with relationships. Not to say we still can't do those things, but I feel as if I'm constantly reminding myself that this is Axel and we're just friends. It's hard to believe that though when he's lying with his head on my chest as we fall asleep and when we're kissing in the back of the truck.
Why do feelings have to make everything so complicated? And why does he have to be so complicated? Maybe if Victoria hadn't come into the picture, we would've been something more. Or maybe he just doesn't think of me like that.
