The Axiomatic Musings of a Teen who hasn't lost all hope.

He loves me.
He freaking still loves me.
In accordance with my qualifications, anyway, and it doesn't sound like it's complete sisterly love just yet. I asked him and he loves me.
My god, i can't believe how relieved I am. I mean, i know he probably doesn't intend to get back together until he's had his own "experiences" and whatnot, but holy crud, he still loves me. I still have someone who cares that deeply about me.
Nothing's really changed, I just feel a little better now. Maybe it's cuz my heart still would like to think there's a chance. I won't push it. He can do whatever he needs to do, as long as I know i still have that strong, special kind of bond with him, cuz it means he won't be able to get me out of his life any time soon.
I'm going to bed smiling now. I'll try to wake up that way.