So this post is a sort of continuation of my last post. After all of that I look back on my "crush"(that seems like so seventh grade, but still) on Wren. I used to think that I made it all up in my head, and that he didn't care for me. Yet as I think about all our conversations, we had something. We had something that made me happy.
I don't know if it was just a friendship, or something more, but whatever it was, its gone now. And somehow, I'm okay with it. I've realized that if God wants something between us, He'll put it there.