I'm happy. Not fully happy, not head-over-heels-so-I-don't-think-I'll-survive happy but enough. Tuesday is the end of the ultimatum, whether I'll cope not even be allowed to think of him I don't know. I am capable of fall in love all over when I see him again but right now the butterflies I feel don't concern him. It's life, MY life I'm in love with right now. Which for me is cause enough for celebration.
Side Note: I don't guarantee however that this present state will last long, on the contrary even, but you are all aquainted with my mood swings. And eventually the dark clouds will drift by as well. And now I must get myself to bed. Typing all this makes me feel old and wise, which I am most certainly not.
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