I'm scared. Actually, I'm terrified.
You are? Oh no.
Now I'm terrified too.
I'm really guarded. You should know that.
Oh thank god. I mean not thank god. But when I said I'm terrified, I actually meant to say that I'm guarded. Other words came out instead. I have a wall. I keep seeing opportunities to let it down and then boom it comes right back up.
I guess we are involved.
Yeah, I guess so.
I hate relationships.
My relationships always fail.
Aren't they supposed to fail? Wow, that's depressing.
Well, they should. At least now. Until you are old, I guess.
I feel old.
I'm twelve. And fifty.
Do you have a condom?
Then he played me a song. About love. It wasn't sex, but it will do.
If someone were watching my life, they would probably throw up all over the goofy awkward moments and then decide that it is flowers and sunshine and all the other things that make you cringe.
Fear is making me keep my life preserver tightly strapped to my body. And at this point, what I am most afraid of is the moment where we have to take off the safety measures and actually plunge into deep dark scary waters.
Until then, I will just keep on being terrified and guarded. And completely safe.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007