This thing with is making me squirm inside. Our relationship has been going unusually well and it’s scary as hell. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. The anxiety keeps my muscles tense and knotted up, especially when we are laying in bed together. I don’t know how or when it happened, but I want to start giving my heart to him.

I haven’t really risked my heart in four years. I’ve just been using men for and letting them use me any way they wished. I pretend that a happy, stable, loving, and lasting relationship is the last thing I want, but the truth of the matter is I want it more than anything. I need it. I NEED - why does that make me feel so wrong?

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