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?