So....I introduced my new boy to the rest of the group the other day at lunch....and they loved him! I was hoping they would....because I really wanted my friends to approve of my love interests. (They didn't like Willoughby or Odysseus). And apart from that, we've been spending almost every day together....and when we don't see each other, usually, one of us will call the other.
When I'm with him, I don't feel butterflies like I did with the other guys (Neo, Willoughby, Odysseus), but I feel really, really comfortable with him. I feel like I could tell him anything, and just act like myself; there is no fear of trying to impress him. It just feels right.
Why does he have to be so wonderful? Why does he have to make me feel so good inside? Sometimes, I wonder if this is just another joke; and I wonder if I'd be able to deal with that happening again. Honestly, if this was just a joke as well; a cosmic prank focused on one insignificant person....well...let's not worry about that. It's not easy for me to open up to anyone because I've been hurt. And I don't want to get hurt again.