I’m sitting downstairs as I’m typing this, that light, floating feeling still in my heart.
The same way I’ve always felt when I met him.
I actually like him.
Really, really like him.
It’s not the same with E. Or anyone else for that matter. It just took one lunch at medz, one drive home for me to realize that.
the way I feel so comfortable, so happy easily when I’m with him. I should have realized.
Him asking me if I wanted the same card holder. Us listening to songs together.