Ok. I just finished what is officially the strangest week I've ever been through. If this post becomes long, I'm sorry. It all started on Sunday night when I got back to HSU from Thanksgiving break. I was feeling quite irritable because of a speeding ticket that I got on the way up. While I was on my way out to the car, I ran into a friend whom we'll call "Jane". I'd had a thing for "Jane" for a few weeks and we'd become pretty good friends during said time. We started talking and she helped me haul my stuff in. Then we went over to her dorm room and talked for a few hours. I was quite tired at around midnight so she invited me to crash in her roommate's bed. As we were going to bed, I finally developed the spine that I always seem to lack and kissed her, since I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to put into words how I felt about her. She kissed back and we spent the night together (not that way, just laying next to each other talking and kissing). We pretty much spent the next few days together almost constantly. The guys in my dorm made note of how they'd barely seen me since we got back. It was four of the best days of my short life. Everything just felt perfect (I can't really explain it any other way). We talked about what we wanted to be together Tuesday night. We both wanted to be serious, but she was nervous about getting hurt (she's had a couple of rough ones this semester). I made a point in my mind that night to NOT under any circumstances hurt her. Everything seemed to be going great until Thursday night. I came over at around 11 and we hung out for about an hour or so. Something felt odd, I'm still not sure what it was. Then one of her other roommates came in and said something about one of them not being back from some party or something. "Jane" said that she was worried about her roommate and asked me if I wouldn't horribly mind sleeping in my own dorm that night. I told her it was OK, and I slept alone in my own bed for the first time since getting back that night. I woke up randomly early Friday morning and could almost feel her next to me, even though I knew she wasn't there. I tried to see her yesterday, but she was either in town or at a party with some of her friends. I didn't mind, but something in her voice told me something was wrong. Then, tonight at around 7:15, I called her and she said that we needed to talk (insert bad feeling in gut right around here). She said that she wasn't ready for what we were seemingly becoming, but she still wanted to be friends. We walked around together and talked about it for about half an hour, hugged, and then I watched her walk away. I went up to my room, grabbed my fretless, hopped in the car and drove around letting emotion out. I wanted to go to a beach and just yell at the ocean, but I couldn't find one that was empty or open and I was low on gas. So I drove back to my dorm, played the hell out of my bass for about fifteen minutes in the fire escape, and came into my room to find that the internet is FINALLY back up (it's been down for three days straight). I don't know why it hurts so much. We were only together for less than a week. I feel like I've lost the perfect girl for me. It just felt so perfect this week. Nothing could get me down for long. Everything was just...perfect. Now that's over and I don't know what I'm gonna do..... Sorry about the long post, I just needed to vent a bit. If you read the whole thing, thanks for listening.