Not too long ago, I was with this guy who absolutely adored me (I adored him even more). He was the first guy I could say I really truly loved. He was the first guy to ever buy me flowers, and ACTUALLY make me feel beautiful. We had done crazy things for each other. He had carved my name into his thigh, and for some reason it made me fall more in love with him. But he had went into a mental hospital, and came back confused how he felt about me. The meds he was put on made him even crazier, and for some reason its made me even more insane.