I was crumpled in a ball by my nightstand, sobbing so hard it came in gasps. I couldn't see through the tears, and I didn't want to. I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't know who I was anymore. At the beginning it had all seemed to make sense: he liked me; he asked me out; he wanted to date me. But then... then he said my standards were too high. He said because I wouldn't kiss him (after barely getting to know him), he would leave me. And he did. I took him back. Now here I was, still a…