The state of being bewildered or unclear in one's mind about something

She was confused as to what they were. She sure as hell knew what she wanted them to be, but then again does that even count as something?

Every day was different for them. One day he would flirt with her, or at least she thinks he's flirting with her. That's all it takes to confuse her; for her to think that he even slightly likes her.

Oh my god, we're in love.

She's wrong. She's in love, but him? Nobody knows what the hell he's thinking because the special treatment she thinks she's getting from him is somehow the special treatment that every girl thinks they're getting from him. So she's not as special as she thought and she swears that she can hear her heart breaking, because damn, she can definitely feel it. She feels her trust for him slowly wither away like a leaf sliding off of a tree branch and slowly being whisked away in the wind and possibly never seen again.

Another day however, would be different. He would treat her as if she was merely a stranger, He'd dodge her in the hallways and busy streets, completely ignore her text messages, and leave her wondering what she did wrong, wondering where they went wrong and if the damage is small enough to fix.

It's always fixable. The next day he comes and fixes her, he tells her some bullshit about having a bad day and not being in the right mind when she was left bruised, battered, and broken. She's falling apart but he's too oblivious to notice, and he's too oblivious to realize that she's falling apart because of him.

"So are we good?"

She wants to yell at him and ask him if he knows what he does to her. She's left wondering about what they could be when he's having yet another bad day that he refuses to elaborate on. She's not bothered by him not confiding in her, even though it hurts, that's not what bothers her. She's bothered by the way he shuts her out. Although she can't seem to trust a single word he says anymore, she always gives the same two word response.

"Of course."