Forced to Open up

I can't stress enough how much I sit on my computer and write. I write instead of talking. Last night *Scott and I were laying in bed as I was writing in my journal. He attempted to angle himself into a position where he could see what I was writing. So I hid it every time. I asked him did he want to see what I had written and of course he said yes. As soon as I gave him a glimpse he snickered and I was immediately pissed off. I was upset that I was trying to share something with him and he laughed. Soon after a exchange of words happened. It wasn't an argument, it was more so me calling him a jerk repeatedly. Finally he said to me, "You would rather write on your stupid blog and in your journal than talk to me so don't talk to me now." At that moment I knew that he really wanted to be the person I talk to and confide in, not my blog or journal. Now, that doesn't mean I will stop writing, I will try my best to speak to him more about whatever. Somehow after that we got into a long conversation about our childhood. We talked about the television shows we used to watch. I felt special just talking to him and knowing that he wants to be there for me. I told him he is my favorite person in the world. He leaned over and gave me a million and one kisses.