After my epiphany and following breakdown last night (followed by a healthy dose of the album "Stairwells" by Kina Grannis), I've been doing some thinking and I've come to some more realizations. I may have a lot at stake in this relationship, but I'm ok with it. I really care about him and may even love him which is what is so terrifying to me.
But let's see,
I'm happiest when I'm with him.
I don't care what we do, I just love spending time with him.
I'm happy when he's holding me, I feel safe in his arms.
I hate to watch him leave and can't wait to spend more time with him.
He hasn't run away, even though I've never held back on sharing my emotional baggage.
He always knows what to say to make me feel better and genuinely seems to care.
He makes me laugh
I guess that I'm accepting the fact that I'm afraid. But life is nothing if not uncertain. This is just something I'm going to have to jump into with both feet and no regrets. That's the only way to do this, go for it and hope for the best. As my grandma always tells me "These things have a way of working themselves out."
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