Mmm. So.

my cat just pissed in my room, probably on the sweater i'm going to wear tomorrow, come to think of it. damn.

i had fun today. and i got a cute note from you. and we spent time together. and it was good. and i love being around you, and holding your hand, and kissing your cheek and i love your smile. and i don't see any way that i could stop feeling this way about you. i'm still just so damned scared you'll realize what a douche bag i am. it's terrifying.

and yet i wonder. what if i was right in my last post....? what if you are my happy ending?? i am too afraid to even hope for this, because then i'd jinx it.

and i really, really don't want that to happen. i mean. i could be content, more than content, with spending my life around you. having you be a part of it. it sounds kind of dumb and cheesy, but... oh. i don't know. i wish i did. my thoughts never seem to be on one plane anymore.

i wish i could sleep. because then i could dream. and there'd be a chance that i'd see you there.