In All My Broken Glory…

This is one of those weeks where I'm glad I only pretend that you're here. Otherwise I'd have to hope against hope that I managed to delete my various flailings before you saw them...

The thing is, I really, really do want to talk to you about why I've been feeling the way I have this week. This just isn't the place to do it. For one thing, because it should be a discussion, not a one-way street. We need to talk about it. I have a need, but you have needs, too. And yours are no less important than mine. We can't meet in the middle if I'm just blasting what I want from my fake little podium here.

I just really wish we could talk about our relationship. It's happening, whether we openly acknowledge it or not....

But I think we both have very good motivations to keep the slate as clean as we can, and so... it remains unspoken. For now. Alas.

Babe, I really, really, really love you. I wouldn't be so easily thrown if I didn't.... But I'm trying, I'm getting better, I will be better. I will be the best man for you. That is my main goal, my prime motivating factor in my life. Be the best man I possibly can for you. Be the absolute best at loving you.

I love you. I am yours, in all my broken glory. I just hope I don't fuck it up.

Yours.