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I believe in 2nd chances. Won't you give me one?

*DISCLAIMER* This is a very Human/Emo blog. You don't wanna deal with my depressing shit, don't read it. I'm venting. And go:

About this time last year, I fell out of love. For a month after they literally fell of the face of my fucking planet, I went on wishing and hoping they'd pop back up and things would continue as before and it would all be ok. I realized after a while it wasn't going to happen. I went on tour with a band I am no longer affiliated with... life went on... blah blah blah.

When we got back, I had a couple margarita nights with my bro's ex girlfriend. One of those nights we called a truce and the guy showed up. He wanted me back. I watched this kid (absolutely plastered) cry and confess that they ran off because they were scared of loving and getting hurt again. Punks... right? I was too proud and scared to let him back in then.

We called another truce in early august and became a platonic entity with one another.

A year passed. A year of getting burned. A year of burning. A year of getting drunk. A year of losing and finding myself again. A year of that person being there for me on nights where I almost died.

But something happened last night. After a year of only friendship with little to no attraction to him I realized why I cared about him in the first place. In my promise to myself to be more open with others, I told him while laying on his couch with him (we did the whole platonic cuddling thing sometimes too). He responded by kissing me.

So should we let this happen? The good times were awesome...