Depression Is My Kryptonite

Talking

I started talking to an old flame again.
She's my longest lasting crush.
Seven Years Actually.
Off and on of course.
But still ongoing.
I don't know what's going on in my head.
I don't know why I reached out to her.
I just started missing her like crazy and I felt I had to say something.
Everytime we take a break from talking we can always go right back into the swing of things like we never missed a beat.
I told her about the possibility of my bipolar disorder.
I told her that I was afraid.
I don't know if timing will ever be right for us.
But it doesn't hurt to try.
I just had to.
For some unknown reason.
I don't know why I'm writing this.
I just know I've written about the others.
So why should she be any different?
Gah.
I really hope I don't fuck things up again this time.
Like I always seem to.
You never know what's in store though.
The future is unknown.