We have only gone out twice. I'm a very logical person, and I know it's way too soon to be thinking about anything more serious than where we will grab some drinks if we see each other again. But I can't help it. Something weird is happening here. I find myself fantasizing about some mythical future Christmas, gathered around the tree with your family as you introduce me to to everyone. Or imagining us on a weekend getaway to some destination that doesn't matter half as much as the fact that we are there together.
This isn't me. I'm in my mid 20s, and I have never felt like this before. I'm an independent woman; I keep my emotions in check. I have always preferred my encounters to come without strings attached. Relationships seemed too restrictive, too demanding. But for the first time in my life, I think I get it. Laying in bed with you, it just felt right to interlace my fingers with yours. I finally understand the appeal of cuddling. Of staying the whole night through and waking up next to someone.
Am I becoming a believer? A convert in the land of love? I don't know how to handle this new set of feelings, and it scares the s*** out of me. I can't tell anyone, least of all you. But I think I might be falling for you. Guess all that remains to be done is to sit back and see what unfolds.