Blogging About It is as Freeing as This
Loving someone platonically or being in love sets you free in so many ways. Being able to blog about it, strangely, is just as freeing. It’s particularly grand to get feedback about the words I record here from people who can relate or are just enjoying the journey. Because of something that happened this morning though, I’m left with a question: do I keep blogging about love? So what happened? Because of something incredibly stupid I did, the crush in question may have Googled the title of an article I sent him that I copied from here. Let’s not even talk about how the fact that I did something that dumb leads me to believe that my subconscious feeling about telling him is much stronger than I thought. I’m gonna save that torture for later. The question for now is, whether or not he is reading the rest of the blog, do I keep blogging freely or clam up? Because he’s not a stupid person. If he decides to come back and visit the blog, he’ll quickly figure out that I’m in love. Hopefully he just won’t feel like/have time to read my every thought about it. But if he eventually does, he’ll realizes it’s him because of the context of each poem/post. I’d basically have to delete several of them for him not to catch on that they’re about him. Then he’ll have to figure out if I am posting old poems and thoughts and feelings, or if they