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The First Week of a Relationship

It's official I've left my beloved position of singledom. I met someone I like more than being single, feels strange.

I can't remember what it felt like with my ex during the first week of that relationship because I was too high on endorphins. And infatuated people make the worst journal entries, short, incoherent and sporadic.

With nothing to compare this past week to, this is what the first week of my new relationship feels like.

1. Torture
It's pure unadulterated torture. How is it possible to miss someone you just kissed goodbye 60 seconds ago? I just saw him!

Why the hell am I missing him all the damn time? There's a pit in my stomach and it only goes away when he's around.  Bae is like crack, I'm craving a fix.


2.  Exciting
The anticipation of knowing that I'll be seeing him has me bouncing my knee nervously the whole damn day, clock watching, counting the hours. Current situation: ETA 7 hours  40 minutes. I can't wait!


And when we are together I act worse than a teenage girl, I get shy! Me guys, shy and hella nervous! Pull stuff like I can't look him in the eye and  blush when he kisses me hello. This must be the gods taking their revenge on me for skipping this part when I was a teen oshili!

3. Fulfilling
After I give myself a good talking to and calm down, it's really nice. I like being with him. The way he treats me like I'm normal. We can be weird together. He's hella sarcastic.


 I'll beat him at go-karting, just need to get in a few secret practice sessions.

4. Petrified

I've this crazy fear of getting hurt, I'm terrified of my heart being broken. When I'm not missing him like crazy I've a few moments of sanity, I ask myself what the hell I think I'm doing putting myself in the line of danger like this. Strange things happen at midnight when you're dancing in the middle of independence avenue with the stars above, strange as letting go of that fear, shit happens, right?



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  1. he must have been very special and line by line it kept me reading very much interesting and well composed too.

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