A week and a half later, he called and told mere was 3 days clean; he overdosed and was surprised he was alive, which is why he wants to finally quit. He also said he didn't mean to get so mad at me that day we fought, coz he was just struggling with his habit and work and other personal issues. A few days later, he invited me and some friends out. We met up and I noticed that the bracelet I gave him was still on the steering wheel and a figurine I made was still on the dash of his truck. At his house he gave details of his overdose. I was going to cry so hugged me tightly for a long time and when he pulled away he held my hands and gave me a sad smile. I was confused because I thought he just loved me as a friend but the vibes were off. The painting I made for Valentine's day was still framed above his bed and my love notes were tossed off into the corner. My clothes and shoes were still there. He seemed like himself again, not like the addict I've been dealing with. When I said I thought he hated me he seemed offended and said, "it's the complete opposite, I love... I was going through a hard time."
So really, what the heck is going on?