About a Boy

... the boy.

So, things are going well. Really well. Scary well. But it's definitely the "I don't want this to end" well.

I'm not a day by day kind of person but I'm trying my darnedest to be these days because I don't want to freak out like I so notoriously can and have before. I haven't said much of anything about him, maybe it's because I've shared the bad, the hurt, the pain and I know that he probably doesn't (and shouldn't) look so good in my friends' eyes.

I haven't forgotten what's happened, as I know I've mentioned before, but the guy this guy ... he makes me only want to live the present and hope for the future. He makes it easy to let go of, or at least push far away the oh-so-ugly. Not just between me and him, either, which might be the best part, but stuff that happened long before he was even around.

I'm doped up on happy ... not too much that I've detached myself from reality but just enough that it feels good. And right. He once said something about some Dr. Seuss quote that said, "you know you're in love when your reality is finally better than your dreams" or something like that ... well, dare I say it, I'm in love with my reality. Well, the love part of it. Certain parts need some work (and rest assured big sis, I'm working on them).

Don't get me wrong, I'm not lost in the dream world, nor am I masking it with pretty colors. He still drives me crazy and annoys me. I do the same to him. But he's also sweet as sweet can be and completely fighting the fact that he's totally whipped.

I was gone three weekends in a row, then he was gone the next three. I got texts that said I miss you. I got phone calls in the midst of his busy weekend because he just wants to hear my voice. I got a keychain from his one day trip to NC.

Oh, and you'll love this. For my birthday, he surprised me while I was trying to teach Romeo and Juliet to my precious freshmen! (The Balcony Scene nonetheless!). He brought cupcakes, a balloon, an incredibly sweet card and a tiara.

I turned red - I had lobsters beat.

Then, I left for NYC and when he picked me up on Sunday ... he had flowers and a whole evening planned.

Oh, and have I mentioned? He's an incredible kisser.

Have you ever heard the song, "Realize" by Colbie Calliet? He told me I had to listen to it because it was so perfect ...

And here's something he said about a month ago: "I wish I had a time machine ... I'm glad I saw the real you before it was too late for me..."

Okay, I feel like I'm getting kinda sappy which looks good on no one :) I'll keep you up to date and you can feel free to ask any questions. I'm sure there might even be days I need advice since this is so new for me. I just hope it continues because it's sorta, kinda, pretty much exactly what I hoped this feeling would be like (well, without that initial drama, of course!!)