I've got you, I've got you

It's good to be in love, and that is really just so true.

It has been beautiful out

Sweater weather; my favorite.

Everything just feels too good, half the time I expect my house of cards to just tumble over

But it hasn't...

...(yet)

And honestly I hope it doesn't. I am no longer haunted by the ghosts of what I could have been or who I could have been with. I feel light and occasionally, simple. Laughing comes easy and despite the ever changing status of my home life, I've got you. And at times I feel weird or guilty for putting all this weight on you or into us rather, but it makes no difference. I have finally escaped my own thoughts, I can go to sleep and not hear a thousand little thoughts hovering above me. This weekend is going to be so nice, I can't wait to go hiking with you and your friends tomorrow. I just want to stay outside in this weather for as long as possible.

and the days end, and the days end, those days end

I would never jump to any radical assumptions and say that I am psychic, because well I'm not. But I do have an odd knack for being able to foresee events and put two and two together a little faster than most. Last night was the first time I'd see you in a month, short of two days. It was a regular night, I was anxious for our conversation. I told you about Friday, your birthday and how we would have a whole day together. I was going to give you the best birthday, because you deserved it, and more importantly because I thought it mattered to you. Your voice was everywhere, and I listened to you. We laughed a lot, and talked about we would study for our classes together in the fall. Fall is our favorite season, just another thing among the mile-long lost of various interests we have in common. We kept talking I mumbled something about leaving, but we ended up stayed for another two hours talking, listening to music. Sipping our coffee and complaining about our shitty jobs. You got up with the check and I put myself back together. I was genuinely happy, because I always have such a good time with you. We started driving and instead of immediately getting onto my exit, we kept driving, what I thought it was, it isn't now. I told you a very long story, to go a long with equally long drive back home, and you listened the whole time as I explained every detail. We said our goodbyes, which lingered a little too long and you whispered that you had something to tell me. I didn't expect it, I suddenly felt overly nauseous and dizzy. I didn't want to feel anything, you were talking to me and I kept repeating myself.

"... for right now."

"Okay, okay I'm okay, okay, I'm fine, okay. "

"What about Friday?"

So how do I do normal? Where do we go from here?