Oh. All I can do is rattle out a sigh. The timing of things...I remember you saying that in bed next to me and slap a palm to your forehead. Now I'm doing the same in my bed alone. How absolutely, heartbreakingly, disappointing. It's hard for me to want to trust my excitement. I feel like I have all these love skeletons and they are just coming out all at once. Here's all my bullshit. Here's me thinking it's more than it is, again. I'm so sad. This post sucks. It's for me though. Just me.