I'm too impulsive. I'm lost in moments. Moments when someone tells you the most beautiful thing about you is what you consider one of your biggest flaws. Moments where you've spent the last three months wanting someone you've known for years to want you, and then someone spends twenty-four hours with you, and does nothing but tell you how much they want you. Moments where you want to be kissed, but you're postponing that first kiss for as long as you can. Moments where I said I wasn't going to date, and then all I want is to go on a date.

The pragmatist in me says it's just the beginning euphoria. That it will wear off, and it wont be so shiny and new. That it's not okay to go from waiting with baited breath on a guy who is just keeping you on the reel to someone who impulsively tells you you're amazing. That it's just fulfilling some sort of unfilled want. But what if it's not? It's so terribly rare for me to find someone so into the same music. So into being blatantly honest. Not into games. It doesn't help that I overloaded my senses by spending the last two days with him. So now I'm going to spend the next few without. Slow down. Go into the world the next time.

I've got to go to work. I still have things to process. Oh, life.