Because the comment space isn't enough...

Public forums for private things make me uncomfortable. 

I don't sing in front of everyone and I rarely answer my phone. 

Beyond the exes and rare exceptions, yours is the only hand I hold. 

I am sincere when we sit on my bed and listen to the words I wish I'd written. 

I love them as my own family because they are a part of you. 

Epic things: our first neighborhood (1) moment, the birth of Cagney, $1.50 bottles of wine.

I struggle with expectations and proving myself. I try. Is that enough? 

You know, better than most, what a struggle it is for me to be myself...but I most closely resemble that girl around you. 

I am sorry.