Only Days Ending In "Y"

I find myself lost in a bubble of high school bliss. However, high school has been over for me for quite some time. I've been captivated by the sweet scent of new love and thrown into the thrusts of uncertainty and absolutes. What am I to do with the forgotten feeling? Let it consume me wholeheartedly, with unabashed stoppage? Let it consume me to the point that over analyzing is not merely what is going on, but what it has become? Although, the over analyzing isn't there at all. I can see it in his eyes too. The look I see in my own eyes when I think of him and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The look that any person can see when two people are finding one another and deciding whether or not they should let that word creep in. Creep in on them almost unexpectedly like a sheep farmer in the night. When we're apart, we're constantly on one an other's mind. The phone will be answered with "I miss you" or "I've been thinking about you all day" followed by an inquiry as to the others own day happenings. Even now, as I sit here, finally in my own room, in my own bed, finally taking a break from his dwelling, all I can think of is him and his warm sheets and his faint breath on the back of my neck as we sleep. I should be happy to have the entire bed to myself. This whole thing is really quite crazy for me. I'm learning to go with the flow. I've stopped thinking about every little thing. We enjoy one another on a level I had forgotten could exist. Meh. So many thoughts. I think it's time to Facebook myself to sleep and wait for morning.

This Way

I must have somehow known the reservations I almost let consume me, were just my phobias trying to control my heart. I'm so glad I didn't give into them and kept my place by your side. I'm loving this ride. I don't want it to stop. I'm holding on with two hands and letting my hair fly around in the wind. I caught that, you know. That moment when you were standing in the shadow and staring at me. Staring at me with that beautiful grin on your face. The look in your eyes let me know it was all good. So I stayed. Thank you for that. I've missed that look.