Happiness is...
I've known him for months now. He was in my class last semester, and often times in whatever group project we had to do. Just an acquaintance before, a kind of "say hello as you pass each other at school" acquaintance. Over the past month or so since he got a job as a bartender at Trinity. Since then, we've seen/talked to each other alot more then just a passerby in school. I didn't know he... well..."played on the same team" so to speak, so I always kinda had reservations about pursuing anything other than his friendship.
He makes me so happy. And according to him, I do the same.
I mean, its not like I was miserable before or anything...
I just forgot what this feeling was supposed to feel like
I want this to last for a really long time. It's almost too perfect which worries me...a feeling like "some thing's gotta be wrong here...too good to be true" (maybe I just shouldn't talk about it for fear of jinxing the cosmic powers of the universe.)
with past relationships, there was always that "what if someone better comes along" kind of thought in the back of my head that would make me wonder sometimes at night.
With him, I feel like there is NO ONE better.
God, I can't mess this up
my mother will love him.
He makes me so happy. And according to him, I do the same.
I mean, its not like I was miserable before or anything...
I just forgot what this feeling was supposed to feel like
I want this to last for a really long time. It's almost too perfect which worries me...a feeling like "some thing's gotta be wrong here...too good to be true" (maybe I just shouldn't talk about it for fear of jinxing the cosmic powers of the universe.)
with past relationships, there was always that "what if someone better comes along" kind of thought in the back of my head that would make me wonder sometimes at night.
With him, I feel like there is NO ONE better.
God, I can't mess this up
my mother will love him.