I feel like we're progressing a lot slower than we would be if I wasn't such a coward. We're very close, as always, but I always find myself wishing for more but too afraid to ask. Nonetheless, I am happy, and I like to think that she is too. Sometimes I worry that she has lost her regard for me, but such paranoia is unfailingly proved groundless by the next meeting...I am a creature driven by fear, always haunted by fear of rejection and failure; nearly all of my other problems stem from fear, including being an annoying asshole that whines about himself on the internet.

Oh well! I'm so happy right now that I couldn't care less what other people think, or about the fact that I'm too slow and uninsightful to make the next move...