I love my boyfriend. Just putting it out there. What amazes me is that it hasn’t taken me long to fall in love. Truely. This isn’t the kind of love that will go away any time soon. It isn’t a feeling that I only have when I see him. When he’s not with me I feel crazy. My mind explodes with thoughts, memories, desires… my body burns with excitement every time I’m with him. I haven’t been so into a guy in… forever.

I like that I can just enjoy his company, while he remains himself. I like that we’ve taken everything slow. I’ve learn to appreciate our whole relationship so much more, because of that. In the past it was all rushing. For happiness. To be in love. To experience what others around you are… but now… I like to think it doesn’t matter. What happens, will. Inevitable. Happiness. Love… it will all come in due time. When it’s meant to, naturally. See that’s easy to say when I’m happy now… tell me this on a shitty day and I’ll probably sware that it isn’t true. That’s the funny thing about life. I never know what to expect.