The_Face_of_Boo wrote:
In one of your previous posts where you said how your friend and her bf sit down and discuss emotions.
Which was not me saying that they shared or should share personality traits. Actions one performs are not the same as personality traits. They may be forwarded by personality traits. Like practicality, which is something they have in common. It's practical to discuss those things, in order to keep things harmonious. Saying you should sit down and discuss emotions, expectations, and issues regularly to avoid things becoming problems is practical.
I do bottle my emotions and I find it especially practical because bottling never ends well. I end up resenting people because the issues build up. I'm trying to put us in a practical place to avoid that.
At any rate he's admitted he trusts me more than anyone else, feels emotionally secure around me (and that my presence makes him feel tranquil, which is something I feel the same about for him), and that he wishes we could be around each other even more often. Those were things he admitted on his own, in response to things I said in passing.
So I think it will be ok. I was concerned because I was going off what I knew of him three years ago. He was very shut off then.
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