I Love boys in hooded sweatshirts. I just want to cuddle them all up. I love fall. I love sweater weather. I love the new haircuts because everyone just came back from having been home. I love boys in hooded sweatshirts.

I am still waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it is getting more and more difficult to hop around on one foot without getting way excited. My cheeks hurt from all this smileyness and grinning and butterflies.

That is really the best part. The butterflies. Every time I look at him. Every time he calls. Every time we kiss. Every time.

I wish this could last forever.

I am terrified. That it won't. Or that it will.

People keep asking me if it is serious, yet. I've been saying no.

If it ended I'd be devastated. That is the definition of serious, isn't it?

maybe you shouldn't open your mouth so much.

but is anyone really good on the way down in a realtionship?

it helps to whole heartedly believe in your change though :)

head spins

when you're trying to change, I think you just have to do it
there's always going to be that one more piece you want or the one that has been so attractive that you've never had
and new ones will come out after you grab those
you don't need anyone to hold your hand
you're strong enough and you can do it on your own
prove that strength to yourself
deep breath

He touched his cheek in the spot where she had kissed him goodbye
"It can't be this easy" he thought glancing over his shoulder as she signaled right and disappeared
The pavement was wet and he took a few more soft footed steps
"I guess it never is"