Spent far too late last night talking with Adam. We were both having that sort of moment when life has just gotten too big and weird, and we both crashed at each other. Not a pretty sight. Poor baby.
...we barely get to see each other in person sometimes.
He was worried that having me spend more quality time with him, one-on-one, was going to attach me to him too severely, and he does not want to smash my heart and trample it into the floor as badly as some people have done to him in the past.
I shared with him a few bits of my past that should show him exactly how much stomping my heart has already taken. ...I don't think I'll be especially vulnerable to much in the way of heartstomping.
When you spend nine months in a near-fatal depression, you tend to shrug off an evening spent sulking. It just doesn't have the same impact.
...we barely get to see each other in person sometimes.
He was worried that having me spend more quality time with him, one-on-one, was going to attach me to him too severely, and he does not want to smash my heart and trample it into the floor as badly as some people have done to him in the past.
I shared with him a few bits of my past that should show him exactly how much stomping my heart has already taken. ...I don't think I'll be especially vulnerable to much in the way of heartstomping.
When you spend nine months in a near-fatal depression, you tend to shrug off an evening spent sulking. It just doesn't have the same impact.