I met someone. I didnt want to write about it because I felt like if I did I would somehow sabotage it. I felt like if I were to write down how I never thought I could feel this way again it would dissipate before I would wake up the next day. I felt like the second I would write the joy in love that somehow I would have been wrong and that it would all come down crashing and burning. But I must rid myself of this thinking to move forward. His name is Chris and it is less about him or me and more about us together I believe. Chris inspires me to write him love notes and leave them scattered throughout his apartment for him to find randomly. He inspires me to be content at this transitional time in my life. In fact I cannot remember the last time I have been content. I think about Chris all the time and I like it. I save his messages and read them over again and smile. I love to kiss him and I love how many different kisses he gives me. I love our long gazing looks that speak so deeply without saying anything. I love feeling his body next to mine even if it is only a light brush up against my arm or the touch of our hands together. I love watching him and I like it when he watches me.