Take Two.

It's funny how an IM can make my heart skip a beat.
If I'm going to bed with that in my mind, I'm never gonna sleep, but that's alright, it's a good kind of tired as hell.
I feel like this ridiculous happiness should come crashing down at some point, like it always does, but it just keeps building and building and building... And to think that, what, a month ago? I thought it was all ending.
My paranoia isn't getting the better of me this time, though.
You told me so.
And you wrote it down.
=)

I know he's not perfect, there's no bubble to pop, but he doesn't have to be.
He's perfect for me.


PS- the only things that are wrong in my life right now are 1- my feet itch. 2- I'm not ready for you to leave. But my feet only itch because I got bitten by mosquitos when I was laying on the grass at weaver street. The second, well, there's nothing I can do about it.
But it still sucks.
So much.
Gah.