She comes over every day to smother me in hugs and kisses
She comes with me to grocery shop and run errands
She accompanies me to classes, meeting me before and afterward
She bakes me delightful little cookies on a whim
She comes in the morning to wake me up and make me waffles for breakfast
She likes listening to me talk about nothing
She always wants to hold me and love me, and vies for my attention in the most adorable ways.
It’s just so awesome ;____;
I admit, it’s weird falling so hardcore for a girl that fell for me first.
But in the end, I see absolutely no reason to do otherwise.
I mean, obviously there are a few concerns. Nothing major, but just things to think about.
And then a little bit of hesitancy. Partially just a hesitancy to love in general though, probably.
But, like I said earlier, you’re not supposed to hesitate to love, I guess.
You’ve just gotta throw yourself out there, even if you might get hurt. And then, if you do, just pick yourself up and do it again.
Either way, I trust her.
I don’t think I have anything to worry about.
She’s made this past week into something spectacular.
I’ve got hickeys fucking everywhere
Can’t tell if this is awesome or not xD
WAY TO OVERDO IT, MAN.
Woke up today with sore tongue muscles.
First-acquaintance college girls shouldn’t be so easily and unintentionally hooked D:
I haven’t gone so super-saiyan-sex-predator in a long, long time.
Like, holy shit.
I’d forgotten I had it in me.
Y’know, the whole dominating “I’m going to have my way with you and you’re going to enjoy it” thing.
Feels pretty fucking awesome.
I’m so in love with this girl
I barely even know how it happened
It’s so crazy
But you’re supposed to not hesitate, right? Like, just got for it, even if it seems ridiculous?
That’s what you always hear. Not to hold back, or limit your quality of loving for anything.
So I guess that’s what I should do.
Today, I said goodbye to my mother, stepfather, and little brother, after gathering the last of the things I’ll be needing for my apartment.
It wasn’t too difficult.
But I will miss them, I suppose.
I’ll be alright, though.
It’s not like I’m all alone.
And it’s going to be a good year.
Today found me once again alone with a certain female in my apartment.
I learned two things with her, today.
The first is that the fastest way to fall in love with someone is to spend a few hours with them on a bed sharing warm affection and making occasional comments or light conversation to giggle about.
The second, though less relevant, involves the honorifics of name usage.
In Japanese, you have very clear differences in the ways you may refer to someone. You can define your entire relationship with a person based solely on what you add to each other’s names, or lack of usage thereof.
With me, I guess I’m an exceptionally friendly person. I always gratuitously call people by their first names pretty much, unless they’re like teachers or someone’s parents.
But I also realize that even in English, people hesitate to be as casual and friendly as a first-name basis goes.
Subconsciously, people just don’t seem to frequently call out to or speak to other people using their first names, unless absolutely necessary. At least not until they’re really chummy with them.
Sometimes. I guess.
Just kind of a thought that ran through my head during the day.
But yeah, down to the point.
As the girl and I sat together in each other’s arms, I gave some thought as to where I was, what I was doing, and what was going on in my life.
And I found that, for whatever reason, it almost seemed entirely unbelievable.
The brand new, completely new and foreign situation I found myself in felt almost like it could not possibly be real.
But it was, I was told by the girl in front of me. So I decided to retrace my steps and affirm this.
I turned back the clock exactly one year.
Where was I? What all have I done since then?
I obtained the ability to drive independently.
I explored, and learned all kinds of things about the place I lived in.
I had a summer romance. It failed.
I started my senior year in high school.
I met a group of fantastic exchange students, and had a phenomenal time with them.
I held a leadership position as the president of The Woodlands High School Japanese Club.
I fell the hardest I ever had or likely ever will, (back) into and out of love, which ended up being a grave mistake.
I then experienced the worst Autumn of my entire life for it.
Shortly after, I held a fairly pleasant relationship for a time with a young girl who had been concernedly watching from the sidelines.
I made some new friends.
I grew closer to some old friends.
I connected with a lot of people.
I led the club I was designated to, and did a lot of fun things with them.
I improved my Japanese proficiency.
I graduated from high school.
I turned 18.
I went to Japan, and had the trip of a lifetime.
I went to college orientation, and met a handful of new friends, including the female whom I was holding at the time of these reflections.
I became deathly ill the week before my Taekwon-Do black belt test, but still managed to bust my ass enough to successfully pass.
I sharpened my organizational skills, and successfully planned out the best way to see almost all of the people that desired to indulge in my presence one final time.
I went through all of my worldly possessions, and refreshed 18 years of memories.
I had my first crazy drunken party, where unspeakable things took place.
Then, I packed up all of my things, and stuffed them all into a car.
I left The Woodlands, and all my friends behind.
I drove for several hours to a city called San Antonio.
That was where I had been.
As I remembered, it solidified.
I was there. I did those things.
It’s been a wild, rough year.
But it most certainly happened.
But where was I now?
Now, I was in an apartment to be called my own.
With the girl I had been gradually growing closer to over the past month and a half.
In that city of San Antonio.
About to begin studying at the city’s college, for a year.
And so, that was where I would continue to be.
In that apartment. With that girl. At that school.
But as surreal as it seemed to me that this was what my life had changed to,
I guess that’s just how it goes.
I was there. This was real. It was all happening.
That was the reality, no matter how crazy it seemed.
I mean, it’s still really hard to get my head around.
But that’ll change in time, I suppose.
So I guess what’s crazy is just that…
I knew I’d be here, doing this. I knew it was coming. But I guess I wasn’t really prepared.
So, yeah, it’s pretty overwhelming.
That doesn’t mean I’m not gonna kick its ass.
Even if it seems unbelievable, it’s the next new challenge ahead of me.
So I’ll bust through it just like I’ve been doing with everything else.
So, basically, this Adrian, reporting up from San Antonio, just stopping to let you know that everything’s pretty much under control down here.
Over and out.
MOST INTENSE MAKEOUT SESSION, EVER.
WELCOME TO COLLEGE IN SAN ANTONIO, ADRIAN!
Goodbye, The Woodlands.