Is it bad that I’m waiting for the fall out? I can’t tell if I’m being negative or merely preparing for the heart break.

It’s odd because things are so perfect. I mean if I could change some minor things - Dakota’s dad not living part time at the house, Anthony baking off, Dakota being able to drive - that would be cool. But not deal breakers.

I can say I honestly love him. This feeling gets stronger. And he loves me. I believe this. Love. It’s odd. Never thought I would feel that.

But I don’t think it can last. He’s going to want someone else, something else. Because I’m just his first, only a stepping stone.

I’m falling for you. I get lost in you. Your eyes, your lips, your ears, your neck, your chest, your hands, your feet and those interlocking fingers that always find mine. I trace your body parts, trying to take it all in. Creating a photographic memory in my mind of you, all of you. Because I don’t believe it can last, so for now I’ll drown in your voice, in your words and in your touch.

Sometimes I can’t pinpoint why I get like this, I just do. I feel homesick for somewhere that isn’t my home, somewhere I’ve never been, never knew existed.