On one hand, ecstatic. Thrilled, happy, excited, glowing. On the other hand, terrified. Shocked, sad, unbelieving, confused.
Believe me, I want to take this and run with it, to be satisfied with your seeming okay with me how I am, and I feel terrible for doubting you, but you have to understand that I expected something more along the lines of, "I can't love you anymore," along with a few other not-so-nice things. And part of me is still expecting that.
I need to be in your head, just this once. And I need you to be in mine. I don't want anything to change. I'm sorry if I'm making this bigger than it needs to be.
No matter how you feel about me now, I love you.
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