My Brain Fails to Function, But All is Right With the World
Paul took a nap this afternoon and didn't wake up until I called him at around three. We were supposed to go out for lunch at one, so instead we went out to dinner. But you won't hear any complaining from me. We were both pretty out of it today, but I had so much fun. However, before I continue any further, I want to apologize if this isn't the most coherent post. But I wanted to get these thoughts down before I let myself pass out for the night. (^^;
I have noticed that Paul and I have become more open with each other and the amount of time each of us spend talking is slowing becoming equal. He told me a number of stories today. It was wonderful to hear him go on much like I do about certain things. I realize that I hardly know him and, even if its piece by piece, day by day, I want to learn as much as I can about him.
Tonight, we both learned about one of our fears. We didn't tell them on purpose. At least, I didn't anyway. But, anyway... He learned about a fairly embarassing fear of mine, which I still can't believe I told him. It's one that perhaps only four people know about and its one that I feel rather guilty for. Of course, what makes it all the more embarassing is that it actually sort of relates to him. But, then again, he is afraid of one of my biggest loves in life. So, in a way, I guess that makes us sort of even. (^^;
It's been a few hours now since we said "good night" and since then, I have been watching V for Vendetta with my dad. As the movie is just about to end, it suddenly dawned on me: I wasn't nervous today. At least, I wasn't even half as nervous as I have been in the past. I was at ease when I was with him. And I must tell you, it is one of the greatest feelings ever. Just knowing that I am comfortable being myself around someone like that. There is only other person in the world who I have felt so comfortable with. And that is only because of our history. Because he is "my person," the one who I tell everything to and the first to know when something major has happened.
I don't know if anyone else has noticed, but, although I am a very open sort-of person, I do not wear my emotions on my sleeve. In fact, I rarely show my true feelings at all. I have become so good at hiding due to my past experiences that I now find it difficult to show people how I truly feel. I smile when I am sad. I laugh when things are they're worst. And unless I have been pushed to the edge, I battle my temper deep within myself. I find it funny how it continues to surprise me the number of friends who say they have never seen me angry. I have one of the shortest tempers I know. I guess I was so afraid of losing it on someone that I forced myself to supress it.
And now I'm going into that deep area of thought, which in my present state, I really shouldn't do. I am so out of it right now. Yeah. I think I've gotten down at least the basics of what I wanted to say, so I'm gonna go crash now.
Good night.
P.S. I am so excited for tomorrow. I can't wait!
I have noticed that Paul and I have become more open with each other and the amount of time each of us spend talking is slowing becoming equal. He told me a number of stories today. It was wonderful to hear him go on much like I do about certain things. I realize that I hardly know him and, even if its piece by piece, day by day, I want to learn as much as I can about him.
Tonight, we both learned about one of our fears. We didn't tell them on purpose. At least, I didn't anyway. But, anyway... He learned about a fairly embarassing fear of mine, which I still can't believe I told him. It's one that perhaps only four people know about and its one that I feel rather guilty for. Of course, what makes it all the more embarassing is that it actually sort of relates to him. But, then again, he is afraid of one of my biggest loves in life. So, in a way, I guess that makes us sort of even. (^^;
It's been a few hours now since we said "good night" and since then, I have been watching V for Vendetta with my dad. As the movie is just about to end, it suddenly dawned on me: I wasn't nervous today. At least, I wasn't even half as nervous as I have been in the past. I was at ease when I was with him. And I must tell you, it is one of the greatest feelings ever. Just knowing that I am comfortable being myself around someone like that. There is only other person in the world who I have felt so comfortable with. And that is only because of our history. Because he is "my person," the one who I tell everything to and the first to know when something major has happened.
I don't know if anyone else has noticed, but, although I am a very open sort-of person, I do not wear my emotions on my sleeve. In fact, I rarely show my true feelings at all. I have become so good at hiding due to my past experiences that I now find it difficult to show people how I truly feel. I smile when I am sad. I laugh when things are they're worst. And unless I have been pushed to the edge, I battle my temper deep within myself. I find it funny how it continues to surprise me the number of friends who say they have never seen me angry. I have one of the shortest tempers I know. I guess I was so afraid of losing it on someone that I forced myself to supress it.
And now I'm going into that deep area of thought, which in my present state, I really shouldn't do. I am so out of it right now. Yeah. I think I've gotten down at least the basics of what I wanted to say, so I'm gonna go crash now.
Good night.
P.S. I am so excited for tomorrow. I can't wait!