My Favorite
24 August 2004
The conversation with you and your friend last nite really gave me a new perspective. I would never have been convinced just a year ago that you would have become part of my everyday reality. And I would never have imagined that each day thoughts of you would spill into everything that I do. I couldn't conceive of actual conversations, actual comfort...actually you. Even now, I find it a hard thing to believe.It seems as though there are too many risks involved. I know that you are my right. I feel sure of that and I'm not sure of much these days. I fear that manipulating the delicate balance of our relationship could lead to situations and circumstances that neither of us are prepared to handle. Yet, it's nearly overwhelming how much I want to chance everything on you sometimes. Someone has to be the voice of reason, right?
I'm scared of admitting these things to you. Maybe I'm more scared to admit the truth of these thoughts and feelings to myself.
There's so much more to say. There always is, I suppose.
I just can't find the words.
--
Arianne
But, I love you.


