Here I sit, with my own thoughts and feelings. It’s 3:32am, and I should really be sleeping. But I can’t sleep. I feel too much, and I’m much too confused for sleep to find me. Who am I? What do I want? Do I have the courage to try for what I want? Those are some questions I have no idea how to answer.
Who am I? That’s a really good question. I am me. What I do know about myself is this: I love my job. It has given me purpose and a life that I didn’t have before and desperately needed. I don’t feel so lost anymore without it. I love my family. I love my friends. Love is easy for me. I fall easy, I fall hard, and I never, ever give up hope. I should be a cynic for how many times I’ve fallen and gotten my heart broken. But I wont. I never will. I will never stop believing that one day, it will happen for me. I trust too much. Trust is also easy for me. It takes betrayal for me to not trust. I forgive easily, but I have a hard time forgetting. I hardly ever get mad. I accept everyone for who they are. I never judge. I’m willing to be friends with everyone. I’m shy. EXTREMELY shy. Making a move scares the hell out of me. Vulnerability overloads my anxiety. I can’t handle it. Rejection causes depression. Control: I seek it. I need it. I have to have something in my life I can control. I can be selfish. I can be weird. I can be lazy. Children brighten my day. The world seems different behind my camera. I’m constantly trying to make sense of people, and constantly being proven wrong about what I think.
What do I want? That’s simple: Someone to love, and be loved in return. I’m a one person at a time sorta girl. I can’t feel for more than one at a time. Right now, I feel a lot. He’s the first thing I think of when I wake up, and the last thing I think of when I go to sleep. Seeing him brightens my whole day. The thought that he could be gone soon makes everything seem dark. If he does leave, I will miss him more than he will ever know. I could fall for this one, if only I’d let myself.
Do I have the courage to try for what I want: Well, one thing is for sure, I sure as hell am going to try. I’d rather regret the things I did, than the things I didn’t do. I can only hope that it will go well. Even if he does choose to leave, he should know how I feel.