so I sat across from him at the gasque, and didn't think much of it except he looked good in that suit with his long hair (then he wrote that note to me that I didn't really get until later. I thought I wasn't his type, so I didn't think about it at all) he brushed my arm as he said  goodbye,  and I walked home alone, excited for all of the new possibilities in  life
then he asked me to coffee, but we ended up meeting at an awkward time and so we just wandered around for a while before going to the pub, we talked and talked and wandered some more and I was sorry to say goodbye
and then he came over and we watched all of the lord of the rings movies and I invited him to stay
then he really wanted to meet me again so we went to lunch and then went shopping
and then we watched the hobbit, and didn't really watch it at all we just kissed and talked instead
I don't know what all of this is, I just keep thinking that I want to remember all of those little moments and I feel really funny and sigh-y
like my heart aches a bit when I think of him and I'm so so happy
what is happening to me