And then what started out as me venting my emotions and frustration while someone listened and commented turned into a real conversation, and went on and on...until I finally brought it up.
"You know how we're open about everyone? Well it's actually hard to talk to someone about themselves. Like right now. Talk to me about me."
"Damn, well I - that *is* hard..."
"OK, I'll go first."
And I launched into it, talking about what I thought when I first saw him, how that changed, and then what I saw as the turning points of our relationship, ending with how much both he and our friendship meant to me. The best part? Just like everything else, when I was done with it all it felt so normal that I knew I'd been silly to harbor any of those doubt I'd had before. Of course, hearing about myself was also nice - honestly, who doesn't like hearing about themselves? We're selfish creatures really...as for us, well, we talked for more than 3 hours. And now it's 5:30 and I need to get to bed, like the rest of the world, only I lose an hour of sleep. But I can't be angry about Daylight Savings Time, because right now I'm too damn happy.
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