Delusionally happy; that's the only way to describe it.
He holds my hand in public.
He kisses me at the library.
He calls me dollface
and sends me texts that are so sweet they are almost nauseating.
even though he didn't have to.
We spend all of our time together
whether we're studying in the library
watching some dumb movie on his couch
or eating more food.
He makes me giggle and makes me want to scream.
He pushes me out of my comfort zone and helps me explore
new and exciting things that I never had
the courage to try before.
I've shared with him things that I don't share with anyone
and he doesn't judge me for my past mistakes.
He forces me to be serious and think for myself.
He's teaching me how to kiss
because heaven knows I need all the help I can get.
He laughs at how terrible I am and promises that someday I'll get better.
I feel like the luckiest girl in the world when I'm with him;
that girl that all the other girls envy because I've got it so good.
It's disgusting how much I love it.
He treats me like a princess and makes me laugh like a little girl.
Someone medicate me.