Still passing the open windows and falling down the stairs

Somewhere between fear and stress lies joy.*

*The Red Baron will understand this title, if he’s wearing his mood ring.

This is about the fifteenth time I’ve started to write this post. I’m trying to find the right words to share how I’m feeling about The Red Baron without freaking anyone out. Luckily, I’ve found that he doesn’t scare easily, so I’ll just be honest.

I’m in love.

Don’t worry. This isn’t the first he’s heard of this…I’m a total wuss and kind of an emotional moron, but I’m together enough to express the really big stuff in living color prior to going electronic.

And, without downgrading any previous relationships and their importance in my life…I finally get it. THIS is what it’s supposed to feel like. This is how it’s supposed to be. It’s easy with Red (look — his nickname has a nickname; that’s how lazy I am). It’s fun. It’s happy. It’s not drama filled and, as it turns out, that doesn’t make it any less deep.

I think for a very long time, I bought into the Hollywood bullshit idea that a really intense relationship comes with a lot of pain and agony; you know, so the happy times seem that much happier (right?). But then, here’s this guy who is beautiful and intelligent and sexy and happy and charming and funny and so on and so on and so on…and he doesn’t make me feel miserable at all. And it’s WONDERFUL.

We’ve gone to concerts, plays, and baseball games. We’ve been camping, sailing, and biking. We’ve met family and friends. We’ve spent nearly every day together since we met and I just want more and more of him.

So, to summarize: My poor blog will likely continue suffering because for the first time in my relationship history, I’m not!

Category: dating, the Baron
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