you think your past week has been wonderful. you have no worries, no qualms about anything. you spent every possible second with your boy, and he meets you everytime he has a chance to. you do things together, go out together, watch endless dvds until you both fall asleep. you think nothing can get better than this. you think that your failing relationship is actually going to get better. you actually start to love him again.


and then at the end of it when you ask him out to keep you company for a little while, he'd rather stay home to do his stuff, and stay home cause he thinks his parents would be angry if he's missing all the time. that gets you kinda upset, but it's okay, you'll whine a little and get over it. and then he says the most hurting words you can ever imagine: "do you know what's enough?"