I feel….happy. Ever since he broke me I’ve never fallen for someone that way again. I’ve never felt that way for anyone but him. But with this guy…this amazing and charming guy…I feel things will work. I’ve broken hearts in the process of trying to find the right guy. Every time I’ve done that it made me feel horrible as well. But him…i don’t know. He’s different. He’s weird and random and silly, just like me. And he knows it. And I’m getting the butterflies for him. And I’m thinking about him all the time. And sometimes, for a moment, I feel a glimmer of what I had for the first guy. I have so much hope for him and I. But there’s one thing. One, tiny little flaw.
He lives in Texas. And I don’t.