journaling: enabled

Liz is very special to me. And she just sorta jumped into my life, you know? One minute I’m just helping out Dance Theatre … the next I’m like “wow … I just felt a spark”. The “spark” is something I thought was more of a myth than it actually seems to be. Maybe it’s just a first love thing … but I hope not.
She’s leaving town for the summer in 3 days. I’m sad about that. I guess that’s what phones are for though, eh? I’m sure we’ll get to spend some time together though. At least the void that existed within before she came into my life is gone. Not that I spent a lot of time focused on it, but I get some fulfillment out of being able to make someone else happy and I’m truly happy when I’m with her, night or day, rain or shine. I’m not perfect, but I’m not stone either. I’m giving her something special before she leaves, so she can take me with her.
As anybody can probably tell from reading this … I confess … I’m a hopeless romantic.