But what I do know is that I'm happy. And honestly, I'm really not worried about where this is going. Everyone keeps asking me what's going on between us, and I just shrug because that's really all I can give them. This year I've discovered just how content I am on my own. So if this ends up becoming something we both decide to commit to, great. If not, whatever. Either way, I know that I can be happy as the independent person I've become.
It's been about a month since we've started talking and hanging out. We really get along well. We don't have a whole lot in common, but our personalities just click. And I think that's what's genuinely important. I once had a bit of a thing with someone who's every interest was exactly the same as mine, but I was never comfortable around him because his personality just did not mesh well with mine.
I look forward to the eye contact in the hallway. When we cross paths and lock hands for just a second. When I'm laying on your chest and we're talking and you brush my hair out of my eyes. It feels good. It all feels good. It feels...familiar. Like I'm regaining what I used to have two years ago. That completely comfortable, happy bubble.
Prom is tomorrow.
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