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11:59 a.m. - 05.14.2002 Us. Being me and my boyfriend, Andre. It doesn't feel as weird as it did before. But still weird nonetheless. I thought about it for a second last night when I was lying in bed. I was thinking that maybe this isn't what I want. Maybe I don't really want a boyfriend. Maybe I liked complaining about not having anyone, and wallowing in my endless vat of self-pity. Then, I thought ... no. I like him. A lot. I like being with him. Though it hasn't even been a week, I just feel a connnection with him that I haven't had with anyone. Then I thought about my past "boyfriends." Guys who used me, lied to me, treated me like shit. No. I like being with him. I like being with a guy who makes it a priority to call me. A guy who likes me, and isn't afraid to show it.
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