You invade every waking moment. You even find a way to the craziest thoughts I can have. And I tend to miss you. A lot. HAHAHA. I often talk about you. And I didn't realize that until a friend pointed it out. As much as I'd like to deny that I talk about you, I can't anymore 'cause it is true.

By the way, It's getting kind of hard to write about you. Maybe it's because I find it hard to write about happiness. I always go back to that well of sadness when I write. I always think of the hypothetical things that could have been but never was. That's where comfort is or used to be. That's where all the words flow from. All these old, familiar feelings of giddiness scare me. They scare me because it's becoming real every moment. I don't know whether I should be genuinely happy about this but I am. I really am. I have my doubts and all. We both have our fears. But I'm betting that this is going to happen. Not as smoothly as we'd both like. But it is happening and we're getting there. And I guess we just have to trust us. :)