211001, 0035hr, illinois time.

i don't think i can write much about him here anymore. too many of our friends read this journal. he says it's better we keep a low profile, and i definitely agree. i'm gonna have to find another outlet to rave about how incredibly sweet he is. heh.

i'm gotten comfortable in the role of a girlfriend i guess, as incredible as it seems, seeing how confused i was just 24 hours ago. i guess my mind isn't that messed up as before, not as conflicting as before. now that there is a legitimate reason why i would randomly be thinking of him. legitimate reason for running to his room when i come home [except he has already gone to bed. sheesh.] legitimate reason to blush when the rest of the group tease me about it. sigh, in some ways, it reminds me of the days when i was first with ws, when i cannot help but be smiling while walking in the streets, for no apparent reason, except that i remembered something he did or said.

i feel lucky. i feel lucky that he saw something in me that i couldn't see. that he could bring out the good in me. that he had a heart big enough to accomodate me. that he had a grip so strong i couldn't run away. that omigod, i am actually happy.

and that is all i am going to say here. sigh. of bliss.