Well once again I was put in a situation where I had to see someone I fell in love with and probably still love a little. I did handle it better this time, but even though I know he didn't do it on purpose it felt like he was rubbing his happiness in my face. I did come to realize that just because I loved him doesn't mean he had to love me. It also doesn't make him wrong or an a-hole. I also realize that my unhappiness had nothing to do with him, I mean it hurt to be rejected, but since my loving myself is the important thing, I will get over it. If I haven't already. It's to bad though, I bet we would of made great friends.