I went and fell in love again,
oh dear.
His name is Vaughn and he's marvelous and adores me and treats me well. Better than any man has ever treated me. I'm not scared that I'm falling for him. I'm scared that I'm SO COMFORTABLE with the idea of being with him.
We're in the early stages still, where everything is blissful and you can't be sad when you're together and we're meeting eachother's friends and it's SO EXCITING all the time. I love being with him. I love that I am always comfortable being my ridiculous, granola-eating, chaco-wearing, tea drinking, beer loving self around him. I am excited to see where this will go. I'm excited to be in a place where I feel comfortable and happy and whole letting someone else into my life.
This is pretty neat.