Love.
Ha, 3 times in one night. I've been busy. Haha. So that insipid little fear that I would never feel that amazing love fo Kevin again--so wrong. So very wrong. I am once again consumed with that. Because he is really good at listening to me deal with the depression, and really willing to help me with it however he can. Oh, so in love. And I guess I am also happy now because we have encountered what I guess could be considered the first problem in our relationship--and it was dealt with smoothly. And I am begining to see that he is really going to be able to deal with the erattic mood swings that my depression brings on, and the rest of the odd symptoms. And I guess, in knowing that, the last little lock just clicked open. And I'm not scared. Because I really feel I can't scare you (him) away. This just works.