He’s perfect.
I like that I like him. I don’t know why I was fearful; It feels so good. I’m just happy around him. He takes an interest in my life and the things that I do and it’s nice. I know that he cares about me and I can feel it too.
I don’t want to keep writing about my relationship because journaling can be a bit of a double edged sword. Although it encourages me to think about my life and my feelings, it can also exacerbate my overthinking and then I start questioning everything for the sake of having something to write.
On that note, I’m going to leave things here. But to conclude, I’m happy and at peace.