It was cold and gray this morning but I've never been happier. Maybe it was the way the breeze flooded into my bedroom and woke me up, of the familiar squealings and rattlings of my car as I made my way to campus. Who knows? But I am happy. I just got off from talking with Guido. He seemed distant [no pun intended], he was almost short with me and I'm not sure why. He said he'd call me tomorrow morning so maybe then I can figure out what's actually going on. I'm not so sure anymore. I've been thinking about it alot. Never being in a fight means that we don't know if we could work it out if we ever did. If he were ever to get mad at me, or yell, or somehow hurt my feelings I wouldn't recover. I would never go back to being a "normal" person. All of a sudden I'm afraid of my love for him.