December 27, 2010
Intervention
I fell asleep on him last night. When I woke back up, he insisted that I go to bed and talk to him later. It was cute, adorable, and playful. My stomach is in knots because I don't know what this is or where it's going and that scares me. I'm terrified. And excited. Nervous but intrigued. Is this real? I don't know. My biggest fear is that I won't allow it to be. That any moment I'm going to clam up and shut him out before I can let him in. That's how I always work, right? Why should this stranger be different?
But this time I want it to be different. And I'm determined to not let myself stand in the way. Maybe this isn't meant to be, but I'm going to give it a chance anyway.
scullerymaid at 1:45 p.m.