So I've got this boy. And I don't really know what to say about it other than I'm happy all the way down to my toes. I've only really been seeing him since New Year's Eve (even though he's actually been in my life for a few years now in a peripheral way), but I feel like, stick a fork in me - I'm done.
It's not like I was even looking for anything serious, especially given the fact that I recently broke up with someone serious. I mean, I was dating and all, but that was mostly for something to do, a temporary amusement. But also, I'm not getting any younger, and when you've just broken up with someone who you actually thought you might marry you kind of feel like you can't just sit around, you need to get back out there. Which was all I was doing.
But then this boy came along. And we've been sort of friends for awhile, meaning I knew him and saw him in social situations every once in awhile. It was always that he was with someone else or I was with someone else, or maybe, truthfully, we never really took notice of each other before. Maybe my life was waiting for just the right moment to point him out to me, waiting for that exact moment when I would actually be ready for him.
Maybe this is exactly what destiny feels like.