So, as my rational mind suspected last night, my reaction to what was N falling asleep was completely overblown. I knew it was. I knew it. But I got (and get) so emotionally worked up that I just completely lose my shit. Fuck BPD.
But more about N. We just had a fairly intense texting exchange. Here’s a highlight:
Anorexic Junkie: I love you… a lot. I want you in my life, long-term, however that may wind up looking like. I suspect that you feel similarly. Am I close?
N: Yes. Absolutely.
I can’t speak for her, but I think I may be in love for the first time in a very, very long time.