My brain is full of prancing unicorns, twinkle lights, and fireworks. Did I mention the unicorns are playing double-dutch? They totally are. How’s THAT for a mental image on a Thursday morning. Good? Ok.
New Boy has been making me CD’s, and this song was on the latest. I absolutely LOVE it. I love anything with strings I suppose, well done Mister. Well done. (He needs a better pseudonym…. working on it.)
Umm, hi. So, there’s a boy and I am smitten. This weekend was an intense whirlwind of amazing and I am trying to put it into words while doing it justice… but I am failing miserably at describing what it feels to have a normal night catch on fire. Sigh. So, here’s what I know… Day 3. This post is brought to you by the bullet point.
I am thinking about him all the time. He is thinking about me all the time. How do I know this you ask? Because we unabashedly tell each other all the time how much we like each other and how much we think about each other. Swoon.
He knows all about THIS (I’m gesturing wildly at the whole of the internet) and he digs it. He also learned the hard way that I can tell when people are reading my archives, at 4:30am on a Sunday morning. Opps.
We tease each other mercilessly, and every time he does it, I like him more.
He does this thing with his thumb on my chin when we kiss that MELTS ME.
He geeks out just about as hardcore as I do. When he geeks out he rambles and his eyes dance. I would like my life to be full of that.
He’s taking everything I am telling him and filing it away. I’ve never had anyone put so much effort into knowing all the facts so quickly. Last night, he described my eyes in detail: complete with the amber flecks around my pupils.
He makes me nervous, and then he calls me out on having sweaty hands.
He made me a mixed CD… and that’s when I learned he draws hearts like a blind person. Which may be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
We are simultaneously SO SIMILAR in how we think and process life, while also being almost completely different in interests. I am loving all the middle ground we have been finding though.
He tells it like it is. No games. No guessing. I leave him knowing when I will see him next. It is the easiest thing I have ever done, easy as breathing.
My hand feels at home in his.
We already have a song. I played it on repeat all morning.