Everything I own is covered in shed cat fur.
I blame M's cat.

We went through a funny little period just before Valentine's Day. Wherein I expressed unhappiness, or rather, lack of confidence or something. I was unhappy mostly because he seemed unhappy and things like that tend to snowball if you let them. And it's pretty easy to let them.

So there were some e-mails. because I really think that writing can be beneficial. I like to be able to take a lot of time to try and make things mean the right thing. But maybe that didn't work so well.

And then there was talking and crying and sleeping (with no sex. we almost always have sex before we fall asleep. it's just how we are.). and more talking and a little more crying. He admited that he had been thinking about dumping me and I said that I kind of had been feeling as if that might be true, but that I really felt like the friendship and the love that we have is something that shouldn't just be given up like that. and then we went and had breakfast.

And now things seem better.

I'd say the sex is good, but that doesn't mean much, I think maybe we're too compatible when it come to sex. The sex is always good.
No, I just feel more secure now, like there aren't any traps waiting between us, just hurtles (which are easier I think because you can see hurtles and they're possible to get over, but traps already have you by the time you realize where you are and you're only ever recovering from them rather than preparing).