Is it truly possible to be this happy?
It sounds like a stupid question, but it’s one that I am genuine in asking.
I’m slowly turning into one of those people who make me gag, so happy with the person they are with that it doesn’t seem possible.
So that teacher is more than just a passing fancy. In fact, I would say he was my boyfriend, if I used terminology like that, I feel like we are more than just dating, and friends with benefits seems too crude. We spend a lot of time together, like a lot. And when we’re not together we’re either making plans to spend time together or texting. It’s like I’ve reverted to being a 16-year-old girl.
He treats me so well and he’s so patient with my complete fear of relationships. The other day, he was told me there should be as many words for relationships as the Inuit have for snow (very many). It’s true, because classification is difficult, but how I feel is not.
Just happy.
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