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07 April 2007

a change of heart.

 The whole thing seems alternately strange and lovely, unfamiliar and new, unexpected and like it couldn't possibly be happening any other way.

The fear of falling in love again--or even liking anyone, for that matter--makes me want to hide in my room and never leave the house again. Then again, thinking about him--which happens more frequently than I'd anticipated--makes me want to come out.

Figuratively speaking, of course.

I don't want things to move too fast, but I don't want to waste too much time. I don't want to come on too strong, but I don't want to miss my chance. I don't want something casual and meaningless, but I'm terrified that commitment will lead to a repeat of the last two months of my life. [Which, for the record, is the last thing in the world I need.]

Well. I guess all I can do now is wait.

I'm surprised to find myself actually thinking this, especially because a week ago I wasn't sure I ever would again. But I'm... excited.

♥ the best is yet to be.
4/07/2007

♥ yours truly. ;

    "And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

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