I enjoy our phone conversations more and more. You are ok with me telling you what I am affraid of turning into. You almost sounded happy to hear that I finally cried. You knew I needed to, you were ok with the one blog, understood when I explained it, that I just needed to get it off of my chest. Maybe it showed some insight to you, made you see how I feel at times. Made you understand this mess of a person a little bit more. I want for nothing else but this to work. I want for us to be happy together, not give up who we are for the other. Maybe instead learn what out likes are and even if we don't really like them do them knowing it makes the other so happy to be doing it together. I smile thinking about you, I try not to build you up on too high of a platform. I try not to think too much, I try to not think about seeing you, unless I know I am going to. I'm trying to not revert back to who I used to be, and this is very hard for me. I enjoy our moments together more and more, I enjoy hearing your voice, and I love seeing you smile.
