I love how fond we are of each other :)

I think I'm finally done being bitter. The last bit of aftertaste has worn off. You don't owe me anything.

Good place, good place, can we stay here?

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Stuff I thought I could do and wanted to, I tried and almost did, but realised I couldn't. No big deal. I'm glad I couldn't and I love how I'm cool with that. But I hate how I'm still just awkward always.

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Collecting memories - I love and hate it. With each new (good) experience, I feel so happy that I have a brand new memory to hold in my head and turn over in my mind as I relive my favorite parts. But at the same time, as each memory glows brighter in retrospect, the unhappiness of my present overwhelms me even more. Soon I will be engulfed and suffocated by happy memories.