This is going to come out all wrong...

I'm hung up on a guy. Not like it's a bad thing. He is, after all, my boyfriend. We've been dating for six months. However, there's this sense in my chest. You know, like it would hurt if he left. I don't like this. At all. Seriously.

I hate that I wait for his texts or that I get frustrated when we can't Skype for quite a few days. Seriously, when did I start caring about men and what they were up to or what they thought. Or wanting to talk to him when I've had a bad day... or when I've had a good day. I want to hear about his day, no matter how dull. This isn't the way it was planned... I'm not sure what I had planned, but it wasn't this... It wasn't supposed to start feeling like "love". At least not like what I thought it felt like before.

I thought I swore those days were over, that I would never give anybody a chance to hurt me.

So, why?