It's so funny how I can come back here time after time. It's like a little home. I try writing other places online and it just never feels as good as right here, on this blog.
I have been up and down with my love life the past 7 or 8 months. Never truly 100% certain about what I wanted. It didn't make sense, though. It felt like I had all of the pieces in place to be a very happy person with a guy who loves me very much. I couldn't understand why I was so headstrong on either being single or pushing Tom away. And then one night it happened. Justin called me to talk and although he wasn't meaning to make me feel bad, he did. He made me cry. Like he always had. In a short conversation he managed to make me feel completely unspecial and like I was some sort of nutjob with eating issues and mental instability. I had thought being over Justin was enough. That we could be friends because, in all honesty, I had no desire to be with him and my feelings didn't exist. But the truth was, he was holding me down. Still making me feel like I was unworthy of feeling special and unworthy of feeling loved. He was a constant reminder of how awful someone treated me and how brainwashed I was into believing that I didn't deserve any better. And I kept that mindset as long as I allowed Justin to play even the smallest role in my life. He always told me that I wouldn't ever find someone to put up with the way I was. He made me feel clingy and annoying and like some petulant creature who constantly wanted to be around him. He made me feel like he dealt with the issues I had, but I should feel lucky because nobody else would love me like he did after all the stuff I deal with. So it made me afraid. Afraid to really love somebody because loving somebody meant opening myself up. It meant allowing them to see that I'm not as strong as I come across. That when I fall for somebody they mean more to me than anything I have in my life. And opening up to somebody is saying here's all the crazy things about me, please love me anyway. And I was convinced. Convinced that if I allowed Tom to see desperately in love Sarah, that he wouldn't want me anymore. That I would become annoying and clingy to him just like I had become to Justin. And I realized that I was keeping that mindset as long as I spoke to Justin.
So I cut him out. Stopped talking to him. And it was like a dark cloud was lifted. And I found myself enjoying Tom. And I found myself bit by bit learning to love Tom with an unguarded heart.
And here I am. Scared to death. Because I can feel myself getting to that stage where I surrender my heart and open it up to be really hurt. It's so so scary. But it feels so good at the same time. I can't sleep. I can't eat. All I can think about is him. I just hope that me feeling so strongly doesn't scare him.

