Took the words right out my mouth.

What am I supposed to do now?

Without you. 

As of late.

I think I've figured it out.

We need to be together.

Happier.

I'm not scared anymore.

There's So Much to Be Excited For!

Like dogs!

And border crossings!

And dreams!

And jeeps!

And endless adventures!

And waterfall jumping!

And you, and seeing your heart come alive!

And me!

And us!

And C.S. Lewis books, and quotes you've memorized, and really loving people, not just saying we do.

And talks over tea!

And trampolines! Oh think of the trampolines!

And road trips!

And jam sessions!

And runs!

And surfing!

And laughter!

And being protected, and loved, and really really cared about.

And realizing all those fears of inadequacy, or failure were never truly my burden or reality to carry.

You're better than I ever imagined anyone being.

Thanks for being my best friend.

He Who Shall Not Be Named.

So this is what it feels like.

Oh. Okay.

It turns out it's not all fireworks and midnight make-out sessions, and screaming fights.

It's better than all that crap Hollywood sells you.

It's staying up late. And not running out of things to talk about.

It's your heart, which is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

It's how you make me feel more alive, and more myself than anyone else ever has.

It's shared dreams, and laughter.

It's playlists of new folk bands I've never heard of.

It's surf sessions where I know I'd die without you close by.

It's talking about the future, but living in the moment.

It's watching you grow and thrive, and being stoked for every step of this journey you're on.

It's wanting the best for you, even if it's not me.

I'm doing it right this time, because even if it doesn't work out, I want to be your best friend more than I want any of that other stuff.

What Am I Even Doing Anymore.

It's a daily struggle to not pack up my stuff and leave.

It turns out a year is a long time. 

Too Many Fish in the Sea

What if by some crazy stroke of "luck", I got the guys I think I've wanted over the past 6 years?

Let's just say I started liking guys at 14, although it was probably more like 6. 

How terrible would that be?

Think of all the heartbreak I would have experienced. And what people would perceive me as.

I'm really grateful it didn't happen that way, but it doesn't change the fact that even today, I wish I could turn off the thoughts in my head that fantasize of a future with whatever male makes my heart beat fast at any given time.

Attractions should be this beautiful thing, but I don't really like them.

And I don't trust my heart at all.

I desperately wanted to be in this season of my life where I was single and happy about it.

And I'm still single... And I'm still almost completely happy with that. 

But it seems as if there's always some guy, clouding my vision and blocking my sight from what my eyes should really be on.

"My head told my heart, let love grow, but my heart told my head, this time no.

This time. No."