washing the chalkboard
Last night was incredible. The girl and I had about a three hour conversation and managed to make some pretty fantastic breakthroughs for the process of our relationship. And while I attribute some of our ability to mold a new form of communication to the keeping of a journal, I have to give a shout out of mad respect to the K-J Voltron for just being there to listen to what I may have to rant about, and taking that step towards me by commenting on it - Love to ya. On the flip side of the coin though, and understandably, the girl was a little disturbed about the fact that what could be considered our "dirty laundry" was open for all to see on the internet, and it made her a bit uncomfortable.
I understand this, and respect it, because basically I know that only two people are really reading what I write. And while I could argue that, not needing to worry what people read because only two people know who she is, the two people in question she has a great concern with her image for.
I never intended in any way to slanderize my baby in an attempt to selfishly gain the attention of others, and I'm confident everyone whom I may feel concerned in thier opinion knows that, but I'm saying it now to define why I have deleted past journal entries. Even if they, in my opinion alone, were helping hands in the great conversation we had last night, it is necessary I respect her concern and do what I can as a member of our unit to ensure that any transition she has in the forming a relationship with my old friends is as comfortable as possible.
I feel a bit like a fresh, newborn baby. I don't mean by the idea that I was just spat forth from a womb and now I'm covered in placenta, I mean that in the idea that when I woke up today it was almost in a new world. Things have happened today that would normally set me more towards a foul mood, but instead the challenges come and go in a reasonable fashion, as if I expected them to be there, and was prepared for them.
I wish that I could stand between all my friends and give them dixie cups to catch the love that I feel for them, spilling forth from my heart sometimes. If I had a choice, it would taste like Apple cherry white cranberry juice, but smell like watermelon.
Thank You.
I understand this, and respect it, because basically I know that only two people are really reading what I write. And while I could argue that, not needing to worry what people read because only two people know who she is, the two people in question she has a great concern with her image for.
I never intended in any way to slanderize my baby in an attempt to selfishly gain the attention of others, and I'm confident everyone whom I may feel concerned in thier opinion knows that, but I'm saying it now to define why I have deleted past journal entries. Even if they, in my opinion alone, were helping hands in the great conversation we had last night, it is necessary I respect her concern and do what I can as a member of our unit to ensure that any transition she has in the forming a relationship with my old friends is as comfortable as possible.
I feel a bit like a fresh, newborn baby. I don't mean by the idea that I was just spat forth from a womb and now I'm covered in placenta, I mean that in the idea that when I woke up today it was almost in a new world. Things have happened today that would normally set me more towards a foul mood, but instead the challenges come and go in a reasonable fashion, as if I expected them to be there, and was prepared for them.
I wish that I could stand between all my friends and give them dixie cups to catch the love that I feel for them, spilling forth from my heart sometimes. If I had a choice, it would taste like Apple cherry white cranberry juice, but smell like watermelon.
Thank You.