There’s nothing to monitor.
I want to get free. For the first time in any of my relationships I just want to break free with him. I stayed the night as his house last night and I couldn’t stand leaving. I want to go to sleep with his arms around me every night and wake up to his smile every morning. I feel like what we’ve got is endless, but then why am I rushing? I’m forever rushing to hurry us up, to be together as often as possible. It’s like the last piece of candy in the box; you wait a while to eat it then once you do you savor it way longer than the rest of the candies that you already ate, because you want to make it last. I want to make this last. Why am I still so scared of being left?