Thats a pretty blog name. I'm actually thrilled with it. I'm equally thrilled with the thought of starting a new blog for the simple fact that I wrote for far too long for the pity and/or respect of other people. I thought maybe if they knew what I went through, they'd understand, cut me a break, something. I'm realizing that they don't. I'm realizing that nothing I can say will make them understand where I'm coming from, and make them respect the hustle. Walkers don't do much talking, cus they're too busy talking. I realized I've been talking too much. To the wrong people. About the wrong things. Its all good though. I'm on track now.

I think I'm going to keep him. Like a puppy who followed me home one day. But seriously, I think I'm going to keep him. He makes me feel safe, and he tells me the truth, and he's unbelievably sweet, and no matter what happens when we're together I feel like its what was meant to happen. And I mean that in the least cliche way humanly possible. I adore him. Really. Whenever I'm with him I think:

"The sweetest thing I've ever known, is like a kiss on the collarbone."

He makes me wanna sing it, all the time. Because he's just so painfully perfect I can't get over it.

I tell you, the blog, all the time that I'm going to get better. That everythings magically going to be the way it should. That I'm magically going to become the person that I should be, and abandon the person I am. I never come through. So this time, I'm not going to say it. I'm just going to show you.

I realize now, I've been talking too much.

-A.