Written Sunday AM
As I drink from my bottle of flavored iced tea from yesterday’s adventure, I can’t help but wonder: what did I do to deserve you? What did I do to deserve this kind of happiness? As you told me last night, I am on cloud nine right now.
I woke up with butterflies in my stomach. Don’t think I’m lying when I say that you were the first person I thought of when I opened my eyes. I’m still drunk in love. I still got that high from our date yesterday, and in a really good way.
I didn’t plan on blogging this. I just wanted to see you finally and feel what it’s like to see you, hear you, touch you in person. To go beyond what technology can bring us and finally see eye to eye, literally speaking. If I’d only say I wanted us to meet eye to eye on an emotional and intellectual level, we’ve already done so way back. I cherished every moment we had. It was the first time I intentionally tried to memorize a person’s face because it’s the face I want to see in my thoughts every day and keep in my heart’s pocket wherever I go.
I want to keep mum about this, about us, but I can’t. Because I want to tell the world that once upon a time, this one guy made me feel this way. And the thing is, we’re not even a thing yet, but I’m already proud of you, of us, of what we have so far.