3rd and Demonbreun
On the right track.
Why don’t we call things what they are? I just want to understand what’s going on. My head always has the final word.
I'll continue to roam, process, live, and most of all, love.
That’s gotta be a healthy sign of...of something. Right?
As a typical Leslie, I literally never saw the strong Chris side of me until after this one month of Bumble dating TripleB (only good things, BTW).
The best part of fall? Dates. On rooftops. In boots and rompers. With schmancy cocktails in hand. The worst part of fall? Falling for someone.
I didn't do needles then, and I don't do them now. I was and will be scared. I was and will be brave. I was and always will be me.
This is me settling for the sake of expressing at least something over nothing at all. Please remember this one kiss, the one from your first true Nashville fan.
I went. I got a feel. And to be honest, I'm not sure I know how I feel about the feels I felt. Perhaps by the end of this blog, I will have explained what went down so I can have a better idea of how I felt about it all...and so will you.