I so wanted to text you yesterday and tell you about my promotion. But I didn't let myself, because I'd already sent you that email Thursday after I got home so I didn't want to bother you again. You need to rest and take care of yourself. I should not have even sent that but I just wanted you to know how meaningful that work was for me. I'm sorry I am such a pest.

I need to talk about all these feels. You said "they're just words, they're just feelings," when you tried to get me talking about it a couple weeks ago. But there's nothing "just" about them. They're big and huge and I don't want to be having them. I suppose if I speak them to you they'll get smaller, right? Meh. I love you, and I hate that I love you, but I also hate that I hate that I love you. You know?