But, I wasn't ready for any of it. Falling for someone, letting them in, building something real with them... And yet, a part of me still craves that kinda feeling, tho. I know I want it. Maybe more than I'd like to admit
Talking to stranger next door through my cat. He spoke to my Clover, I spoke to my Clover also, then we talked about what Clover had been doing next door all day. It's kinda cute how falling in love happens so organically, slowly unfolding thru the simplest little interactions
Reading Madonna in a Fur Coat and pausing every other paragraph just to psychoanalyze myself bc why is every single narration hitting way too close to home...