Morning Reading.

I cried this morning, because I re-read this:

"Then I get home, and I have one of the most fantastic conversations with a friend of mine. Who I sorta like. And he sorta likes me back. And it feels SO good to feel that again. Nothing's certain, of course, because he doesn't know me that well and he could end up not wanting to date me. But, somehow, I have a really good feeling about this. Like, all of the pent up waiting and awkward real life sightings of one another are almost like a romantic comedy status movie. I'm just waiting for the "we both have a bad day, and suddenly we actually run into each other moments and everything gets better". He makes me really happy. He's smart, witty, loves theater (but doesn't live, breath, and do his laundry in it), is attractive, and is an all around amazing guy."


I love you.