Musings and Relationships

When it comes to relationships, or lack thereof, I keep thinking that all of the boys I've met/liked/whatever were all stepping stones to something bigger. When all is said and done I think: This has to be the last step. Next time it will work. Because every time it seems like I get closer and closer to a real relationship.

But I'm always wrong.

I've been confused for the past few days (at least, I think). Yet again there's some indescribable force blocking all attempts to make a relationship work. He likes me. I thought I liked him. Now I don't really know. We both question if we like each other or we're just lonely. You'd think that if someone said that to you, you'd be offended. But I was relieved. Why? That's a weird emotion to feel when someone just said he didn't know if he was kissing you because he liked you or if he was just lonely. Maybe because I felt exactly the same way.

There is no spark.

But I've still been thinking about it a lot. I just need to figure out what I'm thinking about; the kiss or the boy.

I think it might be the former.

And that sucks.

I guess if it were easy there'd be no divorces or breakups or cheating or single people.