I have absolutely no idea what you’re doing with me. That is not a cue for you to compliment me. It is a statement of fact. What is it that made you wait so long for me to realize you were waiting for me?
This is new to me. I love that we’re taking things slowly, letting them happen, not pushing or jumping in. OK, sometimes it drives me a little crazy, but mostly I love it.
I have a tendency to move too fast and to ignore the signs all around me telling me to slow down because I’m about to get hurt.
I’m a little at sea here, honestly. I’m not quite sure what to do. I have this feeling though, that I don’t need to do anything. That I can trust you. How did that happen?
So, here’s what I do know: I’m happy. I like where this is going even though I have no idea where that is. I’m scared. I wish I knew…more. I wish I could read you better. Sometimes I wish it was three months from now and sometimes I revel in the happy/scary/excited/giggly/nervous/shivery thing that happens right before I see you or when I hear your voice. Obviously I have no idea what I’m doing. Sorry, but you’re gonna have to be in charge.
Just keep doing what you’re doing…with more hugs.
I think we’ll be fine.
Wednesday, January 16