Sometimes you wish you could backpedal. Take back things said in a drunken stupor. And you know that you can't, but you'd give anything for a time machine. That's where I am right now. People say that I haven't done anything wrong. But why am I so obsessed with taking my words from Saturday night back? He says; "We're fine." And he's never given me a reason to doubt him. Here I am again, waiting for a perfectly wonderful thing to fall apart. This time I'm not going to feel like I'm the reason why. I have strong feelings for him. I need to embrace them. If he can't be okay with them, then......
