I will be honest. It scares me to the depths of my heart that I could possibly be finding this level of comfort, of ease and of familiarity with someone else. It scares me because it seems so easy, and probably because of how much I want it. To be at home in someone else. I don’t want to jump ahead, but this is what I’m feeling now. It feels weird, strange, out of my ball park. I’m not sure I will like it. But I’ve been reading Brave, Not Perfect recently, and I am pushing myself out of my comfort zone, to do one thing that scares me for something that I value. I wonder how it will go.
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