I like you and I like my life. I started caring about it, and started taking care of it (or me) and somehow everything else fell into place. Not everything else, but a nice chunk. I still wish there was more more more everywhere. But I am contented with myself. I like myself. More importantly, I think I know myself. It's strange that you can become so unattatched to something so close. Anyways, I feel good about the process about the do about what is actually happening right now and I am so terribly unconcerned with the outcome. I'm really happy about this. And TV is really lame. Like, evil. If you don't watch it for a long time, and then you turn it on, you will realize how scary it is and then you will be scared that it didn't used to scare you and you will all over feel bad until you click it off. So I clicked it off. So about this love love love love love which is only me having such a wonderful time. I like it but I don't like the invisible and pliable restriction which is this age gap which will scare him away which isn't actually real and doesn't actually matter. To me. And shouldn't. To him. But I am not number one and that is okay. Because I can be the best number two there is. A number two which rivals number one but simply has no title. You know I'm worth it. Let me work it.