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I missed that feeling of wonder.. the feeling of seeing that person that you feel so deeply about, and you get knots in your stomach. The feeling of wondering if you're in love. Am I? Who knows. Maybe.. I think so. I'll figure it out. For now I'm happy.
And now it's not that immature naive feeling. This is real. Because I was happy BEFORE. Things are wonderful. Aside from the shards of glass on the floor. But that's another story.
He's wonderful. He rubs my back for an hour to wake me up. and kisses my skin softly. and covers me up with blankets when i'm shivering (because i kick them off). he bought me a fake rose because he remembered one of the things that makes me sad is when flowers die. he knows just how to touch me. he does little things that nobody else would think about, but mean so much to me (like when I want to make mixed tapes, but can't find blank tapes anywhere, he shows up and surprises me with them).. he respects me and i respect him.
And nobody else's opinion matters. (But it does help that my parents adore him.)
And now it's not that immature naive feeling. This is real. Because I was happy BEFORE. Things are wonderful. Aside from the shards of glass on the floor. But that's another story.
He's wonderful. He rubs my back for an hour to wake me up. and kisses my skin softly. and covers me up with blankets when i'm shivering (because i kick them off). he bought me a fake rose because he remembered one of the things that makes me sad is when flowers die. he knows just how to touch me. he does little things that nobody else would think about, but mean so much to me (like when I want to make mixed tapes, but can't find blank tapes anywhere, he shows up and surprises me with them).. he respects me and i respect him.
And nobody else's opinion matters. (But it does help that my parents adore him.)