*bites bottom lip*

I'm at the edge of the cliff. Garrett's at the bottom waiting for me.

Do I start the falling process into his arms?

Or do I stay on top of the land with my feet planted firmly into the ground?

Either way, I win.

He GETS me.

He gets how I feel about having a primary relationship and falling for someone else. He lives with his girlfriend.

He gets exactly how I feel about music. How no girl could ever be his first love. That spot is reserved for his bass guitar.

He loves how anally erotic I am. Loves my fantasies.

I turn him on to no end.

I am in so much trouble.

I'm slipping on some rocks. I don't know how much longer I can keep myself from falling.