You know...its always been hard to me to sit there and accept people for who and what they really are...
I met someone this weekend...from here. He shall remain nameless but he knows who he is...and for once...I wasn't nervous. He didn't try to be anything he wasn't and he didn't try to impress anyone.
I like that. I like him. Alot. And it really bugs me out a little because I really haven't felt like this before...To really want to wake up next to someone, despite the horrid snoring and the morning breath, to really want to just go to sleep there next to them and feel that comfort. The skin to skin warmth that really only someone else can give you.
I just don't want this weekend to be for nothing because I was too chicken to shit ask him to his face. I don't normally do what I did and but it would be nice to know where we stand now...
I just hope it isn't way out in left feild...
