The One

The prospect of having found The One at such a young age is one which I find very daunting.  Not because it could not be The One, but because I could so easily lose Him.  Over the course of time, through the times like university and because we both have intentions to travel; him to archaeological digs and whatnot, and me to Spain or France.  How would that work?  It'd be hard.

Then again, if it's meant to be it's meant to be, isn't it.

I can't believe I'm thinking this so soon.  It's not that soon really considering how long I've actually felt towards him, but it's still soon.  I can't believe how much I believe in him.  I'm so relaxed around him.  Earlier, we were lying together and he had his arms around me, and it just felt so right.  Oli once said you can never sleep with someone unless you're completely comfortable; and I agree.  We both fell asleep today.  I just love being with him so much.  It's so easy; so natural.

The thing is, I'm not used to thinking "could this be forever?".  I did in the first few months of being with Oli.  Wait, could this change?

I don't think so.  But only time will tell.

He wouldn't change me anything about me and I wouldn't change anything about him.  We seem to do something for each other.  Or well, he does for me.  There's never been a time when I've kissed him and not felt something.  Well, not just the kinda kiss which is most common.  More "making out" - again, I don't like that phrase.  It's brilliant being with him.

So...why did I start this?

Oh, I wonder how long it'll last.

As long as it can, I suppose.

Don't feel like thinking when we'll break up...I want to live in the now.

And look forwards to Friday, really.