As I lay on my twin sized bed, my mind wanders.

Now that it's not complete mush, I can-finally-make coherent thoughts.

I think about Grey, how we use to actually be close before we decided to fuck everything up.

I groan loudly, covering my eyes with my left elbow, "Fuck."

I really did think I got over the past, but I guess not.

Feelings seem to never fade. I'm now learning that the very, very, VERY, hard way.

His personality isn't actually trash, which makes this infinitely worse, because if it was then I'd probably be able to get over him.

His body isn't bad either... which I'm not actually complaining about...

His eyes are brown, but beautiful, I could stare into them and never get bored.

That is also a problem...

And I have to see him once more today.

Great.