“Well, I mean, I’m a little relieved.” 
”Why?” 
”Well, because I thought it would be something worse.”
”Worse than the total agony of being in love?”

Recently,

I rewatched Love Actually.  The movie really grows on you; the different stories mesh together in the movie to create something deep and warming.  The more I watch it, the more I like it.  Throughout the movie, I couldn’t help but think about my own life and boy problems.  I feel like the little boy in the movie, Sam, who is hopelessly in love.  

I wish that he never found out.  Can we just go back to what we had before?  We don’t spend time together anymore, and I can’t take it.  I’m trying my best to pretend nothing is wrong, but I end up being slightly cold to him, making it worse.  All the sad love songs in the world wouldn’t be able to get me over this.  

The movie is right.  This is total agony.