I think I might have made up some of the damage I caused with my overattentive, anxious nature with my friend.

I'm still finding that balance, and trying not to cross any bad lines again. I know I will, but I like to wish I might not.

We're able to connect again, and even though there's definately a barrier that I didn't think was there before, though not as bad as it started. I'm sad that I screwed things up, and trying to make up for it, because I so value the relationship.

I hope there's a point where we can talk like we used to, without pretenses and distance. I know I'm part of the problem, since I can be as distant as anyone, and I certainly have been lately, so it's not like I'm blaming anyone else.

I feel like...well, it's hard to describe really.... I think for a moment we had well, a...perfect friendship until I screwed it up somehow. I don't know how else to describe it. I hope to regain that.