As I laid in my room, contemplating between Nolen and Patrick, I thought to myself, "Is it possible that I love them both, or is it just lust? Do i care more about this boy who just walked into my life, or this boy who long ago told me he loved me? Better yet, am I even capable of loving at this age?" I curled up on my side, clutching my pillow to my chest as tears pushed past the barricade I'd been holding back. Maybe I'm just better off alone.