This is our text conversation from today.

me: come to my locker after this period?
kevin: why
me: to see you...or do you not have time before the bell?
kevin: no i just don't want to see you
me: ?
kevin: i don't want to see you
me: why
kevin: why not
me: what's wrong what did i do?
kevin: it's not gonna work
me: why
kevin: it just isn't
me: you can't give me a reason? don't you know how much i love you?
kevin: you don't though
me: yes i do kevin. why are you doing this
kevin: what
me: why are you so upset? what makes you think that i hate you?
kevin: i don't think that, you just haven't shown any love to me
me: what about the way i hold you? what about the way i don't want to let you go? you don't even know what i write in my journal.
kevin: don't even know you have a journal. go to your locker after this class.

That was in history and I started crying in the middle of the class. No one knew though, my bangs are long. He didn't come to my locker after he just walked past it. So he told me to go after the next period which was the last period of the day. I go and I was like what's wrong? And he was like nothing. I was like well you basically just broke up with me (he took our date out of his signature) so I don't even know if you care anymore. He said he didn't break up with me. I asked him what do you want and he said don't worry about it. Outside he apologized. I told him I love him and he said he loves me too. Then I cried on the bus. The way home. I don't need anymore people who aren't going to care about me. I've had enough experience with those kinds of people in my life.

He didn't want to see me...
"I don't want to see you."