…just in case you didn’t pick it up…
…just in case it wasn’t **quite** clear…
I am in love.
And I’m pretty sure she loves me too.
I just spent the best 18 days ever with a girl who I fell in love with and who I am choosing to love…from here on out…I’m hers.
Forget questions about blogger authenticity, blogger transparency, what should be shared, what shouldn’t…sometimes you just have to share things.
I dropped her off at the airport Saturday afternoon, and around last night, it hit me: I’m lovesick. I feel like shit and it’s because I am not with the person I was meant to be with. I wanted nothing else than to have Sarah there with me…just sitting next to me…we didn’t even have to be talking…just her presence.
We had an amazing 18 days. For a couple passive-aggressives, we communicated wonderfully with each other, laughed at some of our quirks, constantly remarked about how we’re being "that couple," sang country songs to each other in the car, made new friends, introduced each other to old friends, made new memories, sat comfortably in the silence, enjoyed conversation, shared hopes and dreams and laughed…laughed a lot.
I feel pretty much the same as Sarah when it comes to trying to put this down on paper, let alone on a blog
It’s this love thing. And it’s scary to write down (scarier even to put it where other people will read it) because what if I’m wrong – everyone will know. Or what if people read it and realize just how corny it is and then I feel dumb (though I already know it’s corny, so perhaps that point is moot). But I’m going to go ahead and claim it – despite its craziness and scariness and utter cheesiness. It’s true – I’m in love.
It is love. I’m claiming it. We’re claiming it…