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[Jan. 29th, 2008|01:09 am] |
Oh goodness. It is ridiculous what you do to me. For now, it's January 12th. The day we both knew that something between us was still there. All of this feels so silly to me. We've gone down this road before but it feels so different.
The 9th, everything felt different. I knew it wasn't over and this is something that I was sure about. Hell... me, being sure about something? Weird.. lol. I didn't want to jinx it, but I took a chance. I made the first move and kissed him, again. WEIRD! We're closer now, and we could be so much closer and I'm beyond excited. Since we've already been an item once before, I don't feel so bad for feeling the way I do right now. I feel silly, but it feels right. What I'm trying to get at, is that I feel like I'm already falling pretty hard for him. Does that even make sense? Is that even allowed? We're not official, we don't have the title... but we are together. We are a couple. I am the last person to rush things, which is why I'm not worried. He's so patient with me, and I'm so thankful. When I have had my doubts -- which oddly enough, has only been once -- he's done everything to reassure me. With him, it is very different. The majority of the time, I'm sure of the way he feels about me and it's so nice to feel that way. I've been so tired of worrying and being self conscious. Yeah, I'm still self conscious about myself... but it's always nice to know that he thinks I'm fantastic. =D All I'd like to say, is that this is lame. Me feeling this way. Me, ME?! I'm happy. It's nice. It's nice to have found the boy who kisses me on the forehead when I'm upset, followed by the, "Babe, it's okay..."
My boy is fantastic and that is that. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2008|09:30 pm] |
It's been a while since I last updated. Nothing worth telling has happened anyways. New Years ended up being pretty lame, minus 4AM. All in all, the winter break was fabulous. :) For realz.
There's really one reason why I'm writing. I feel like screaming. The good screaming though.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
You asked, not me. I was terrified that I'd be the one calling you every time, asking you to hang out. I am MORE than excited at the moment. This means, you thought of me. Right? Maybe, maybe not. Whatever!
It needs to be tomorrow now.
:)
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