After seeing her at the grocery store, I became full of anticipation. Worry. I couldn't enjoy the break from school, when all I could think about was getting back to school, and getting back to seeing Elsa, daily.
I wasn't sure where our relationship was. I mean...sex, random sex that probably only truly meant something to me...that wasn't a relationship. A good, romantic one anyway.
The only way to describe the love and the hate and absolute confusion that our relationship was built off of was fucked up.
Whatever we had was fucked up.