and for the first time ever i wasn't sure that she loved me.

for the last four years there was no doubt. none. even at the worst moments i knew part of her loved me.

never doubted that.

but last night. last night i doubted.

we talked.

and i was angry.

because she said she wasn't important to me. that this and that that. and i was angry because i was doubting.

because i was doubting.

i told her that, that i was doubting.

she doesn't know how angry i got.

she sounded like she doubted mine, doubted how i cared or if i even did care, really.

bah.

basically it ended with her saying she never meant to come across like she didnt love me.

she apologized.

said she was sorry.

sorry for everything.

there's not much more you can do eh?