I'm a stubborn girl. Despite my emotional desire to take it all back, I won't. Despite my fear of being hurt, I'll stay open. Because I expect him to. Because it's worth it. Because I refuse to go back behind those dark, cold walls that held me for so long.
I'm still cautious with K. I have need to be. Slow and careful. Not overreaching. Just loving him. It's hard for me, but it's the only way.
I've developed quickly what I know will be a very dear friendship. She is beautiful. It's funny, I keep learning new ways in which our lives have been leading us together. This morning I found out that someone had recommended me to her husband -- as a playmate for him -- before I had met them. There are a myriad of other things, but it doesn't matter. The point is... I believe in fate. And I believe that she and I are meant to be friends. (Don't worry, I love her well and beyond this belief. My adoration for her supports this belief.)