We call it being adults. We are adults. Adults.
"Since I'm the boy... no not boy... man," you said, "I will take the lead." He took the lead, he was brave. This was such a good decision.
We talked. He makes me laugh so hard. But we agreed that what we were doing wasn't right and that we should take a step (a small one, really) back. It's not fair to say but I felt my heart tremble when he said those words. Why? Maybe I've fallen back into my old ways and allowed myself to become reliant on him. Or maybe I'm just afraid that all the plans (ludicrous ones, really) I've made up in my head are completely and utterly unreachable now.
I don't feel lighter now. I don't feel resolved. I feel physically sick.
God, You're still with me, right?
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