We bring ourselves down and build ourselves up with disappointments
I think we needed that spat the other night. It seems lately the only way I can really get things off my chest is when I get drunk and then he is bewildered because it comes out of nowhere. But after spending the day apart a few days ago and me having time to think, things have been well between us. I have to let things go and I have to learn how to open up my heart to him again if this is ever going to work out. And I want it too badly. It's hard but I'm trying and the effort is paying off. I'm afraid of getting hurt again but I know that the way I'm going now is only going to destroy everything. Self-destructive. He made me breakfest in bed the other morning. It was really sweet. And I know our friends make fun of us but deep down I think they are just a tiny bit jealous that they don't have what we have.