Bryn.

I may have lied to you all.

I did make that alias blog.

But I felt so silly trying to write something.

My skin crawled a little bit,

I was very disappointed in myself.

Trying to hide things.

This is my blog, and part of says: "Screw everyone else and write whatever you so please."

That's my "Reckless Abandon" side.

Usually, I ignore that side of me.

But sometimes, I just have to listen, because sometimes, it preaches reckless abandon pretty well.

Like right now.

I'm thinking about writing something totally uncalled for.

Brash and brutal and cutting and crass.

Part of me wants to scream something.

IN ALL CAPS!

But if I did,

Oh.

Would there ever be complications to my life and the lives of others.

All I can say is:

Sometimes I high five you and feel like I'm going to die.

You continuously give me that I'm-going-to-puke-due-to-stomach-butterflies feeling. (Which isn't so much appreciated.)

I like your arms.

I've saved all of the conversations we've had. (Pretty creepy, right?)

And so much other stuff.

And I kind of just want to say your name.

Right now.

But you know something?

I'm not stupid.

Because if I typed out your name,

I can promise you that somewhere, there would be a jaw hanging open in utter disbelief and possible contempt.

I can promise that someone would giggle maniacally.

And I can so certainly promise that he'd somehow find out.

And seriously, if that happened,

I cannot explain the immensity of awkward and ridiculous that would stem from that.

One of your names (first, middle or last)

ends with "Y".

How specific was that?

Try to deduce from THAT!

Ha!

I'm going to bed now...

Goodnight.

And sorry if this was taunting?

I love you, he whose one name ends in "Y".