the way it should be

problem arises. honest discussion. vulnerability. a little embarassment. it's all out on the table. then, a phone call to save both of us from the hideous impersonability of AIM. acknowledgement of a need for repair. discussion on a possible solution. one is picked and tentatively implemented. we'll see how well it works friday. ;-)

somehow, he always finds the words to say that can talk me out of my mess.

i don't think it's ever worked like this with me before.











love? when is it not too soon to tell? what if i already know?