like myself...

yeah I miss you, yes things are hard and I desperately want to fall back into old habits... But I know what I want, and it's not just a relationship, it's the who with that matters, if not I'd have some bullshit relationship already. If you cared in the way I do, or as much as you think/say you do- the scared wouldn't matter; you'd need whatever time you could get however you could get it, platonicly or not. At this point I'm about ready to throw up the white flag, fine I'm with you casually or monogamously (in my bed)... however I can have you; but if I did, I wouldn't like myself very much anymore. And that's become the sticking point.