Way Back Home...

I gave him too little credit, so much less than he really deserved. I've been shielding my heart from T, giving just enough, each day, cautioning myself all the time, afraid that the same depressing, low moment will come again, if I give away my heart once more. Last night, I realized I was wrong. I really didn't think that T thinks about us, seriously. I realized that he wants to take us into the next level, not just fun and games. He wants us to communicate more, to understand each other, and to learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses. He wants me to become a better person. He wants to talk about our feelings and thoughts clearly, not through dreamy eyes, but through the realities, however harsh they are sometimes, and he tries to talk about it to me in the kindest most understanding way. If we're gonna make it through, I thought...Gosh, this is gonna be hard work. But as I listen even more, I understood. It became clear to me that for love and relationship to work, we both got to sweat. And if we're both lucky, I have a feeling that our hearts are on their way back home...