Once, in the begining of our relationship, his car got towed, somewhere around 20 blocks away. it was two am. I walked out to meet him, to make sure he was ok... becuase even though i wouldnt admit it at that point, I was in love with him. He got so mad at me that night. He hated that i was a girl and i was trying to take care of him. he hated that i was his girl and he coudlnt take care of me. He yelled at me, the whole way home, in the car, which he had gotten back and driven home before i even made it half way there. he was mad, i could have gotten hurt. i could have gotten raped, drugged, shot, killed. I could have. but i didnt. i did it for him.

back then i loved him.

i thought i did anyway.

but where does that leave me now?