Clark can't make up his mind. He just can't decide. One day, he's in love with Lana and the next—the next day he's flirting with me. I do flirt back. I smile. I giggle. I don't know why. I know he'll make me cry.
I give him more chances. I give him more chances to prove that he's worthy. I give him more chances to prove that he's not. I don't know why. I know he'll make me cry.
He's still my best friend. I still hang out with him. I don't know why. I know he'll make me cry.
I love him. I love even more than I, even with my infinite vocabulary, could ever express. I love him when I'm waiting for him to show up. I love him when he's broken his promises. I love him when I want to kill him. I don't know why. I know he'll make me cry.
I went to the dance with Clark. I don't know why. I knew he would make me cry.
So here I am, crying, hugging my pillow, eating Rocky Road ice cream, and watching Oprah.
Tomorrow I'll see Clark again. I'll flirt, I'll smile, I'll giggle, I'll give him more chances, I'll be his best friend, and I'll love him. I know he'll make me cry, but he'll also make me smile.