"I think I just fell in love with you."
Oh, my heart. I could only stare and smile at him. "Have I scared you now?" No, no, never. Nothing ever sounded so perfect.
You don't even know how perfect you are, to me. After... ten days. How is this possible? I don't care.
I have seen more of Chris in the past ten days, that I have seen some men I've dated for months.
If I was watching our relationship from the outside, I'd be laughing at my own foolishness. But I don't care. It doesn't feel foolish. I trust him. Very much. Too much? No. No. It's frightening, being so vulnerable, or it would be with anyone else... but I'm not a fool. I'm not. I know what I feel. I don't fall for cheesy lines, I don't believe declarations of love, I don't fall for charming men... I'm not a fool. I hope I'm not wrong in letting my guard down with him. I'm sure I'm not wrong.
This could get a little repetitive.
I have therapy tomorrow, I'm a little nervous. It's exhausting, talking about it. I'm feeling good, though. About everything. I'm slowly gaining self-confidence back, I'm slowly learning to love myself. I catch myself smiling to myself... much more than I ever have. Things are falling into place.
A friend sent me a message. You seem so happy with Chris. I'm so pleased. Me too, love.