She lets me flow

Kayso, talked things through with her. Actually I flailed around her living room, flapping my arms like a lunatic through spurts of dialogue – the ramblings of my cyclic thoughts that had been plaguing me. I said a lot of things that I regretted saying right after I said them. Truths, the kind you usually hold back for fear of retaliation. I just let them come out with her. I don’t censor, like this blog. I just say whatever I feel inspired to say. It just flows. The weird thing is, no matter how harsh the things I say, how scared I am to say them, the worst reaction she ever makes is a shocked face. The shocked face particular to her that I have grown so accustomed to. I love that about her. I am never scared to say anything. I know she understands me cause she understands me enough to give me allowances. Fear slips away and we get closer. Slept in her bed last night, comfortably. I woke up from a dream and felt I was still in one. I opened my eyes and at the back of her head. It took me a moment to understand who I was lying next to, in the delirious fog that accompanies dreams. I was happy when I saw it was her. It felt real.