Excuse my language.
My emotions and stance in life is so easily swayed, my God. Can I depend on myself at all? I am indecisiveness at it’s finest. I’ve never had so much reason to like you, and I already do. I’m not sure if it’ll ever stop. Oh and you like me too. That makes me happy.
Is it bad that I wish you could sneak into my room one night and just cuddle with me?
Well someone made a really impactful point recently and it was basically this:
You know, feel free to come back to this thought, but I just want to say this: I find it kind of strange that I must force myself to fall out of love with the father of my child. And that he has to fall out of love with me. I mean he’s far from perfect, but if only he could embrace those good aspects of him. The happy ones. I just really like happy. I know what you’re saying, but...