Beyond l*** and old enough to know the difference.
I’ve known him for eight months. We went on two dates in that time and have spent the rest of it in some on-again, off-again pseudo online relationship. When he’s not there, online, texting me, whatever, I feel like I can’t breathe.
It’s so stupidly cliche and I know I’m setting the feminist movement back a couple decades, but I need this man in my life. I know he’s it. He’s the one.
There’s a fine line between telling someone you’re head-over-heels, crazy about them and willing to do anything in the entire world they want you to do in order to make them happy and being a stalker.
I’m trying so hard not to cross that line, but I know this is love. The beginnings of a crazy, I cannot stand the fact that you’re not sitting next to me right now, kind of love. It’s terrifying, scary, and amazing all at the same time.
I’ve never needed anyone or anything. I’ve been entirely independent and self-sufficient. I’ve never need a man to complete me.
If I don’t have him, I will suffocate. He doesn't respond to my texts as frequently anymore.
I think I’m in love.