I'm flying out to Ohio to see Ryan next week.

He's sweet and lovely and manipulative.

He tells me that he misses me and that I'm beautiful and I believe him.

He's going to take me out to dinner and afterward we're going to lie in his bed together and talk about how much we miss the summer.

I don't think I'm going to fall in love with him.

I like having someone to tell me I'm lovely.