Britney

I’ve never felt so in love with someone, and I’m in love with that feeling in turn. One of my best friends/my ex-girlfriend and I are not back together, but we’re also not just friends, and a huge part of me is relieved. The part of me that is still sad and reeling from the loss of my mother feels clingy, in a sense, and won’t allow me to stop thinking about my friend. I hate that, but more than anything, I can’t believe that any of this is happening. Long story short, we both realized that we are still in love with each other, no matter how hard either of us tried not to be, and now we’re moving forward based on that. My mind replays moments from the past few days: watching her breathe when I couldn’t fall asleep, talking to her until the haziness of early morning consumed me, waking up with her arm slung over me, hearing the sound of her voice. The simplest things carry loads of meaning. I would hate if someone read this and dismissed it, as I’ve occasionally done in the past with people who wrote about how in love they were, but there’s nothing I can really do about that, I guess. I can only focus on how I feel about this, and there’s a sense of comfort in that.