Taking the day for oneself is a blessing sometimes. I don’t feel guilty about the fact that I haven’t really accomplished anything productive. More than anything else, I’m being good to myself. Listening to Carla Bruni and Feist, chatting to the Catalyst online, and actually just letting the feelings I have for him wash over me. I told him that I love him. And it’s true. I have fallen for him, and even though I tried to push him away, here I am, magnetically drawn toward him. He told me the cutest, cheesy thing. He has a picture of me beside his bed which he kisses every night before he goes to sleep. It’s cute because it’s exactly the kind of thing that I would do. Except that it’s him and he knew that I was off trying to figure out where I was, trying to push him away. He said that he knew that I would try to push him away. But it makes him feel good to watch me struggle but ultimately see me choose what makes me happy and makes him very happy too.
How did all of this happen?
