So I’m super ridiculously in love with an ex of mine. We’ve been together on and off for 14 years. He does *not* want to be with me. But he trusts me.

I say this because I’ve been depressed as usual. I mentioned I wished I could have a cat. He offered me his cat that a friend of his has been taking care of. And I’m so excited because, I mean yay kitty of course, but also it’s like she’s a part of him. I’ll love any kitty, but his even more.

**Does anyone else get like this or am I just really fucking weird? Be honest.**

I also sleep with one of his shirts. I got a soft photo book with pictures of him on the table beside my bed. I sleep with the book when I’m having an especially bad night. I got a picture of him beside my mirror in my bathroom.