I felt like crying, but I didn't know why. I barely liked him anymore, yet I felt like crawling in bed and bawling my eyes out. Goodness, I hated that time. It sucked. I hated feeling out of control of what I was feeling. I wanted to say it didn't matter to me and mean it. But I couldn't. I couldn't say I didn't care about him and not lie. I wanted to, and I hated my weakness in it. I wanted to let him go, but I didn't know how at the time. And I had wanted to date Dylan after him, but I didn't want him to be a rebound guy. I'm glad it worked out though, in time.