done with HIM

i'm done pyching myself out. yes, him and i are okay. we're only okay. nothing more, nothing less. so what am i doing by fooling myself? i can't just add stress. i think i'm over it. over the fact that i'm done trying to get him to notice me and feel what he said he felt. i'm over seeing him and getting butterflies... sort of... i'm over trying to IM him on my cell and waiting for a reply. i'm done. finished. i can't do this anymore. yes, if he wants me, i'll still want him back, but i'm done with hoping that being okay with him is going to go back to the way it used to be. i'm done looking for him in the hallways. i'm done wishing he'd give me a note like old times. i'm done with it all. we're okay, and that's all we'll ever be until he makes the first move.