I'm calmer, but still just as concerned.

I mean, whatever happens happens. I just wish I knew what was going on. I don't. I think I love an idea and she loves a memory. And that's wicked unhealthy. I'm using the word wicked a lot lately. Huh. Freudian slip if there ever was one. From panic I want to end it again, but maybe I'm just freaking out because this is new? I don't know if I can handle crushing her again.