45 hours

Wow... that's all that keeps running through my mind lately. I just keep getting surprised, but in extremely good ways. I have been a lot a joy in the last two weeks. I thought I was happy. I thought I was content. But now I know differently. I am so happy. I've been given a level of comfort that until now have been unknown to me. I feel so cheesy right now saying this, thinking I'm rediculous for even thinking like this, but it is the best way that I know in order to express how I feel right now. It was so hard to leave her today. I wanted to stay there all night, and if it weren't for outside forces I would have. We have spent the last 45 hours together non-stop. And now we've been apart for several hours and still I can't stop thinking about her... I must be crazy, but guess what? I'm alright with that. Call it what you will, I'm crazy about this girl, and I consider myself lucky to have her. And what's funny is I'm already looking forward to tomorrow (or later today, whatever you want to call it) so I can spend more time with her. This is new and exciting for me, and I'm not really scared at all. Every miniscule doubt that so far has popped into my head over the last two weeks have, withing the day, been wiped clean by something she has either done or said. Like I said, I'm crazy about her, and I'm looking forward to see what happens next. 

Until then...