Bananas are an exellent source of potassium.

The other day I found myself standing in the fruit section of my local Supermarket, considering whether or not to put my phone with the bananas and casually walk off.

Why would I do such a thing you ask? Have I gone bananas? (haha get it!)
My answer is but one word long.

Boys.

I was hoping to spend these summer hoidays more productively than moping around my house, being extremely antisocial and becoming disturbingly addicted(but also skilled :P) to tetris. These are well known symptoms of I-like-a-guy-who-is-a-total-moron syndrome.

Long story shorter? This boy, the most recent one I've been rambling about, let's call him.. Jake.
Well, he eventually broke up with his girlfriend.. and not too long after, we ended up admitting that we had feelings for each other... and everything was great, we planned to hopefully go out in the new year, a fresh start. And he was going to be in another state for five weeks of summer, so it wasn't exactly the best time. I didn't mind waiting, because I liked him enough to wait.. but (yes, the biiiiiiiiiiiiiig but) before he left, he basically told me not to count on him to be there when he gets back. If another guy asked me out I should "go for it". I mean, seriously?! What do I say to that?! Something in him had changed and I could tell.. he just wasn't the same.
He has now come back from his holiday of almost 2 months.. and I haven't heard a word from him. (Ok, ok, the story is a tad long, but you can imagine how long the detailed version is!)

And you know, I kept telling myself that if he wanted to see me he would call.. but days went by and he just, didn't. So the other night I gave in like a total idiot and texted him: "Hey :) how was your flight? xo" (and he always replied with an xo or "love you" or something.)
He texts me back saying: "Haha good"
Maybe I'm reading too much into this.. but I know him, I know what he's like, and he would usually reply with something a little more, like a "love you" at the end.
This reply was so blunt that it cut me like a sharp knife. And the cut stings.
He has been completely avoiding me, and i just don't understand why.

I want to ignore him back, but there's a more prominent part of me that just wants to confront him. So here I am, stranded, not knowing which direction to follow.

I NEED SOME INSPIRATION!

If anyone could give me some advice, it would be much apprecitated :)

Rachel x