journal thirty-two.

I have not been more eager to love someone than I am to love you.

Maybe I’m caught up in the physical touches, longing for lust, but I swear, it’s true.

I figured the love I’ve had before is the best I’d ever get to borrow,

But you, you sweet thing, you have me thinking about tomorrow

And the day after that and after that one, too.

Hell, I want to spend all of my time right now getting to know you,

And, maybe, I’ll look back on the me of today and call myself silly.

Ask myself, how could I have ever felt this way about you, been so damn giddy?

But that sounds like a future me’s problem, and I want to focus on the present.

So tell me, what’s your favorite color? The places you like to frequent?

How do you take your coffee in the morning, if you drink coffee at all?

What drives you throughout the day? Who’s the first person you’d call

If you had to get bailed out of jail, and what would be the reason you got in it?

I have a ton of questions to ask you, so let’s schedule a visit

To dinner and a movie. We could do a hike or maybe a comedy show?

It would probably take, at least, a couple days to know all I want to know

About you, and if that ends up dragging out to, oh I don’t know, forever?

If that’s okay with you, I think I’d be fine with that, too, or whatever.

So just let me know what your plans for this week are, and we’ll get something figured out.

This may not be love yet, but you sure do make me happy, without a doubt.