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I suffer from Irish-Catholic guilt. Guilt is a good reality check. It keeps that 'do what makes you happy' thing in check.
I feel like I'm a different person from when I said that. I don't mean that I no longer feel guilty for the things I do, I mean that I've learned to do the things that make me happy that also don't make me feel guilty. I don't feel guilty for loving who I love. I'm insanely in love with him. I still listen to him breathe in the middle of the night. I practically cling to him when I feel vulnerable. While I won't wax poetic about him saving me, I will say that before I met him, I didn't have a clue what it felt like to really love someone with all of my being.
And now I do. Sappy update over, I promise.
I feel like I'm a different person from when I said that. I don't mean that I no longer feel guilty for the things I do, I mean that I've learned to do the things that make me happy that also don't make me feel guilty. I don't feel guilty for loving who I love. I'm insanely in love with him. I still listen to him breathe in the middle of the night. I practically cling to him when I feel vulnerable. While I won't wax poetic about him saving me, I will say that before I met him, I didn't have a clue what it felt like to really love someone with all of my being.
And now I do. Sappy update over, I promise.