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Uh Oh...

As I delve deeper and deeper into this thing called a relationship, I wonder what's supposed to happen. How does it progress from being a like thing to a love thing? When do you cross the line, and how can you tell?

My guy and I have been going strong since the end of January, and I'm loving every minute of it. And trust me when I tell you, I don't quite know how to handle it. He's still just as kind, just as sweet, and just as considerate as he's always been. In fact, the longer we stay together, it seems like he improves every day. At this point, I don't know that there's anything he won't do to help me feel comfortable and cared for.

That's not to say he's perfect by any stretch of the imagination. After all, he's human just like me. But his humanity is coexisting with mine in a way I never thought was possible.

It's got me questioning that thing called forever. As in, 'Am I seeing a real possibility of forever in him?' While I've been known to pick out china patterns if a man's gaze lingers too long in my direction, it's always been an imaginary thing -- never really real.

What does that mean, you ask? I wish I knew. Right now, I'm just trying to take it one day at a time and not read too much into it. Unfortunately, that's much easier said than done. I'm spending massive amounts of time with him, and we get along famously. His sense of humor fits in well with my sensibilities, and we giggle a lot.

Where is this going? I really don't know...

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Janelle said…
Don't question the destination, just enjoy the journey!!!

You so deserve this and so much more! Love ya!
April 22, 2009 at 4:26:00 PM EDT
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