Point of no return

I think everyone reaches a point of no return at some point in their relationships. The point you realise: "well shit, I'm in this for serious now, aren't I?" and then there's no turning back. 

Considering how I never fully reached that point with the previous one (not that I remember anyways, but then my mind has a knack of blacking out stuff I don't want to remember) and still felt like death when that came to a close, I'm...really kind of scared shitless right now. 

Especially since I try to make sure I've got my head screwed on tight and weigh every little minute pro and con before I make any decision. CHYEAAAAAHAHAsob. 

Seriously tho, I don't know when it happened, or how. I always thought I was standing on the edge of a cliff but not quite taking the plunge. And then suddenly I was free-falling through the air, all common sense out the window.

And I'm scared of course. But scared in a really exhilarated way. Because free-falling is fun sometimes, no? :)

Love, 

FlyingPanties. 

Ps/ Gosh I sure hope there's a mighty big stack of mattresses at the foot of this cliff.