Justin told me that this is going to be the best year of my life. I sure hope he's right.

After losing several nights of sleep, I came clean to the one who has a firm grip on my heart. I told her how I felt in bursts broken by fear and sighing. It was such a relief to tell her everything.

Granted, we're not together. Several hundred miles separate us right now, and she's still figuring things out in her life. I can't tell if it's a blow-off or not, but at the very least, we shared that shaking moment over the airwaves and hopefully that will mean something.

I want her so bad, it hurts. But it hurts less now that I've told her everything.

This place sometimes makes me obsess. I need to learn to relax again; I don't need to talk to her every day to start something. I know she's not avoiding me. Why would she? Yet being so alone here, and having so much hope, I get paranoid from time to time.

Man, this one is serious. I mean it, from stem to stern, boots to cap, I'm waiting for this one.

I hope Justin's right.