Monday June 29, 2017
I’m at the scariest most unsure place I’ve ever found myself in this life. Is that just inevitable with change? Is that uncomfortable feeling of the unknowing completely necessary to get myself to a place that I need to be? I hope so. I have this deep fear of being lonely right now, which is silly because in these last few months I’ve been so overwhelmed by the amount of love and support I’ve found from people in my life, and yet even still it’s in these most unsure moments that I’m forced (Or force myself) to let go of these comfortable things in my life, that the “alone in a crowded room” feeling begins to creep up on me once again. I know that I can’t stay forever. I know that this place couldn’t be a permanent for me, but what now? What’s next? Is another door going to open for me? Is it going to be filled with more love and fulfillment than the one I just walked out of? That’s the scary part of taking leaps. & as independent and very "Go as the wind blows you” as I like to think myself, I also have a big part of me that get’s so complacent, and has a hard time letting go.
I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I’ve never been so sure of that word, but here it is. I’m angry, and I’m sad and dissapointed, and every silly word from every silly person scares the shit out of me. You scare the shit out of me and I love you. I knew it when I cried in bed all day when I broke up with you. I knew it when the boy kissed me, and his lips were nowhere near as sweet as yours. I knew it when I when I walked away from a really great person, because he wasn’t you. & I really knew it when you held me in your arms and the world could stop spinning, the air could could be drawn completely from my lungs, and I wouldn’t want to let go.
I love you.












