dontgiveup-keepfighting
Tom gave me a sweatshirt of his to take home. I wear it every night to bed, so when I wake up, I think he’s there because the sweatshirt smells like him. It’s like waking up in a bad dream. Every day for a month. 

Today it’s been 2 months since we started dating. But it feels like I’ve known him forever. We’ve talked about this, and he agrees. It doesn’t feel like 2 months. Hell, it doesn’t feel like I met him 4 months ago. It feels like… Like I’ve always known him and he was just waiting for me to move across the country to find him. I mean, when we met, I literally just turned around and he was there. Boom. I never believed in love or lust or anything at first sight, but this… this is something else. And I don’t even know what.
I won’t say I love him or anything yet. We’re taking things slow. All we say is, “I like you soooooooo much”. Because that’s enough for know. But I’m falling, I can feel it. I can taste the words on my tongue when I look at him, three little words. And maybe one day I’ll say them, but for now I’ll hold my tongue. 
I don’t know why I’m ranting. Probably because it’s late, and this is better than falling asleep. Going to bed means I have to wake up eventually, and honestly, I’d rather stay asleep. 

Tom gave me a sweatshirt of his to take home. I wear it every night to bed, so when I wake up, I think he’s there because the sweatshirt smells like him. It’s like waking up in a bad dream. Every day for a month. 

Today it’s been 2 months since we started dating. But it feels like I’ve known him forever. We’ve talked about this, and he agrees. It doesn’t feel like 2 months. Hell, it doesn’t feel like I met him 4 months ago. It feels like… Like I’ve always known him and he was just waiting for me to move across the country to find him. I mean, when we met, I literally just turned around and he was there. Boom. I never believed in love or lust or anything at first sight, but this… this is something else. And I don’t even know what.

I won’t say I love him or anything yet. We’re taking things slow. All we say is, “I like you soooooooo much”. Because that’s enough for know. But I’m falling, I can feel it. I can taste the words on my tongue when I look at him, three little words. And maybe one day I’ll say them, but for now I’ll hold my tongue. 

I don’t know why I’m ranting. Probably because it’s late, and this is better than falling asleep. Going to bed means I have to wake up eventually, and honestly, I’d rather stay asleep.