So I posted awhile ago about how I had this crush on some guy, well long story short that didn't work out, but we're actually better friends now after I told him. It was the nicest rejection in the history of EVER and we both ended up walking away feeling very happy, oddly enough.

Anywho, I've just recently started seeing this new guy, our first date was at our school's homecoming dance. Which was last week, and I typed this up the next morning. Just thought I'd share it.

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So it's crazy to feel like this, after one week. I thought seeing him would make it better, but it doesn't. Actually, it only makes it worse, but in a good way. I want to spend all day with him; I never want to leave. Whether it be five minutes or 2 hours, it never seems to be enough. When his arms are around me, it's like the world just stops. All that matters is his fingers tracing circles on my shoulder or gently smoothing my hair.

He always seems so genuinely concerned about how I am, and how I'm doing. He offers me his jacket when I'm cold, and even when I'm not and he just thinks I am. He respects my boundaries and it's obvious that he doesn't just give in to his feelings or whims.

He says the cutest things like they were nothing, unaware of what it does to me, and I think my cheeks are stuck in a permanent blush. But he says he finds it adorable, and me adorable. How do I handle that? No one has ever said something like that to me, perfectly serious, and so all I do is duck my head or bury my head in his shoulder.

We spent the majority of last night just sitting side by side, arms around each other and it was fantastic. There came a point, well... several actually, but one in particular. We were sitting on the bench at one side of the commons, his left thumb tracing circles on my shoulder, my arm around his shoulder, and the other propping myself up so we didn't fall over. My head was on his shoulder, but I looked up, and our eyes met. Actually because he's so tall, my eyes were more at his lips, and I looked up again, and when our eyes locked, it was so obvious that we wanted to lean in, like a cosmic force was pushing our heads together, but like a proper gentleman, he kept the space the same... until I ducked my head and put it back on his shoulder. then he gently kissed my cheek and I squeezed his shoulder. I had to remind myself to breathe. There were several opportunities like that, but I often ducked my head, because it's only been a week... so not yet. Not yet.

When I'm with him, it's like a drug. It's a chemical rush to my brain that starts slow... holding hands, or holding each other doesn't affect me... right away. It takes a little bit, but all of it builds on each other for a feeling that's indescribable. Like I said, sometimes, I have to remind myself to breathe.