Green, black and blue; Make the colors in the sky

Wow. We both agreed that we'd rather the conversation in person, and that it should wait until after Joe had left.

That didn't happen.

Last night on IM...

When I woke up this morning, I thought it was a dream. So I got back on, checked my logs, sure enough, it was there. Then I went back to sleep and didn't wake up 'til about 4 pm, and had no recollection of either the conversation, or my later thoughts on the conversation concerning its being a dream.

All that aside, now that we have ascertained that this was, in fact, what actually transpired, and neither a dream nor an elaborate hoax perpetuated by my brother, Malfuion Stor... I mean, an elaborate hoax perpetuated by, well, whoever would feel it necessary to perpetuate that sort of elaborate hoax. But it's not a hoax. Not even terribly elaborate, I would venture to say.

That made no sense. Forgive me, I've only been awake for like twenty minutes, and I think I slept for about twelve hours. Give or take. So I'm still adjusting to what is, what isn't, and trying to get my eyesight fully functional.

But it's true. I was right. She wants to get back together. Sorta. She wants to "give it another shot. But I'm not in any sort of place to get involved in anything serious or committed or complicated...with ANYONE...right now." That helps.

"I want to BE more than friends...I just can't handle anything horribly complicated, like...committed relationships. Believe me, there's a lot I haven't had the time or opportunity to get over, and I just wanna keep it casual...but I want to be more than friends."

"But I don't WANT to give up on you, and I certainly don't want you to give up on me just because I've got some horrid luck and can't understand my own brain."

"I want...SOMETHING."

"You've always been the one that's been there for me, even when I was in the process of breaking your heart and hurting you to no end. You never gave up on me. And I'm fucking stupid sometimes, yeah, [...] but dammit, I wanna fix us. I wanna make it right. Like it's supposed to be, even if I'm too stubborn and paranoid to even give it a chance and you're too shy to tell me to shut the fuck up and do the right thing."

"I...wanna go back to the way we used to be."

"I wanna fix it though..." " Sounds wrong. I wanna try again." "Well...I want you to give me the chance to try again, anyway."

I might have to take some or all of that down, if it's deemed to personal to post online (if it is, and you know who you are that I'm talking to you, let me know, and I'll do that next chance I get.)

So yeah, I was right. About the general, at least. I wasn't sure about the specifics, but they're all there. I asked her all the questions I've been wanting to ask her ever since I knew what it was she wanted to talk about, plus one or two more that have been there in the back of my head anyway. Well, there's one more - even though she says she can't handle a committed relationship, she still means exclusive, right? No long-distance beau concurrently?'

Time for work.