Either I have far less feelings than I thought or my mind specifically goes blank when it comes time to blog. I stare at this blank page for 30 minutes before an idea even begins to float in my mind.
I’m just not an open person. Of course, I’d like to think I am. I am trying to be though, especially with Sir. Especially after Sunday’s mini-meltdown. It seems like all the parts of me that I consider scary do not scare him. I still don’t feel like I really deserve him, but I am so thankful I have him.
The distance still gets to me, but I’m doing my best to stay patient. I have expressed my fears regarding this matter to him a few times and I’m sure I will again at some point. That was one of the driving forces behind my meltdown. The anxiety just got to me. I have never been a patient person.