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I hate the feeling that I mean nothing to someone who means everything to me.

But I feel as though maybe I still mean something to him. Maybe.

I feel bad about feeling good about myself. I've begun to think that maybe people find me attractive. I've begun to think that maybe he does still love me. Maybe he isnt just using me. Of course, the logical, brain based part of me disagrees. But my heart is driving this one, and its her call.

Last night, he slept with me. We held eachother, he told me how much he cares for me. He told me he loved me. And goddess, I love him back.

There will always, always, always be a part of my heart that is devoted to Will. Its right beside the part for Kayla.