I wrote a blog for you

a.k.a. it takes two, take two.

I cannot in good faith go confidently into a new and very important year without sorting this out in words.

Sometimes, I think it takes two people to kill a relationship, to destroy the bond between each other; so I'll take some of the blame. I refuse to regret what was said, because I can't regret the truth, even if I wish it wasn't the truth. Last night just made it so crystal-clear how far we've fallen, despite my best efforts. I watched these images of me from only a couple months ago and thought, I don't know that girl anymore, I don't remember being that girl, and my heart nearly broke when I realized I'm starting to dread the best and most enduring thing I've ever created. I've changed so much since then-become more cynical, mainly, which I hate. I hate thinking the worst of people, and I'm trying my hardest to not hate you right now, I honestly am. I'm anxiously focusing on the day when insurmountable distance will force you from my brain. I wish we could find normal again, but like the breaking of us, that takes two. Are you in?

"there I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me" - John Mayer