Whoop, no. Solidly broken.

I think my heart is breaking.

I forgot to mention how happy I am here at home. I feel like me again. Wild and hungry for action, crazy for the thrill of flying past the wheat fields in my truck. Mad for the drunken adventures of the nights when we all have time off, and sometimes even when we don't. Here I am rarely satisfied, and desperately seeking something, the substance of which I don't know. And I love it.

So, I'm not going into details about this, but I feel a little safer doing so now, because Teddy is never going to be able to see this, and James never would, and they are the only ones who know of this blog's existence.
I'm falling for somebody. Somebody who's with somebody else. And it can't end well. And as selfish and horrible as it sounds, I hope it's not me. But two people are going to get hurt no matter what.
But god, the falling feels good.