I still love him, but we really need a break from each other. I just don't understand why my relationship with Chase has become so difficult. One minute we're deeply in love, and then the next minute we can't stand the sight of one another. This is getting ridiculous! So ridiculous that I find myself picking the petals off of flowers during most of my free time. "He loves me," I say to myself as I lay on the grass outside the house and pick a petal off of a Jasmine Flower.

   I pick off another petal and frown, "He loves me not." I keep picking off petals one by one, "He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not." I am interrupted when I hear Bree's voice from behind me. "Hey, Lyrica," she says. I sit up and look at her, "Hey, Bree." "Can I talk to you for a minute," she asks. "Of course," I say, cheerfully. She walks over and sits down next to me. "Did you fight with Chase again," she asks. I frown, "Is it that obvious?" She cringes, "Well, you ate three giant tubs of ice cream just one hour ago, and a few hours ago, you watched The Fault In Our Stars six times in a row and cried so much that your tub of ice cream had gone empty and was filled with your salty tears."

  I groan, "I'm a mess." "Hey, don't feel too bad about it," Bree says. "While you were doing that, Chase was reading many books, two of them titled Understanding Love and The Mysteries Of Women." I chuckle a little at this. Bree sighs, "Look, it's obvious that you and Chase are still in love, but you have to realize that sometimes, love just...isn't enough "But I want it to be enough," I say. Bree chuckles, "You know what's funny? I had this very same talk with Chase, and he said exactly what you just said." I smile, "Really?" She nods. I feel my heart flutter in my chest a little.

  "Lyrica," Bree says. "A petal just fell off your flower." I look at the ground and see a white petal. I remember that I had said, "He loves me not," the last time I had picked a petal. So that means that he loves me. Chase loves me! Okay, maybe it doesn't, but I'm desperate. "He loves me," I laugh. "He loves me! Ha ha!" "Um, Lyrica," Bree says. I look at her and see her cringing. She points at my flower. "You still have one more petal left," she says. I look at my flower and see just one more petal left. My lip quivers as I slowly pick the last petal off my flower and whimper, "He loves me not."