I did perhaps one of the most risk-taking things I've ever done yesterday. I got on a plane and came to Van to meet a boy I've never met. We've been talking since August. It's been a hell of a ride. At first, it was so incredible because we could talk about anything. All day, every day. It's never the hey, how are you? Good, you? Thing; repeat two hours later. It's never that way. We talk about everything. It can go from one conversation to another so quickly. We go from talking about the most trivial things to some of the deepest conversations I've ever had.
He's not my type at all. He's short and blonde with blue eyes. He's an artist. A filmmaker and actor. He's so incredibly intelligent. I was so happy to come visit him at the airport.
I don't think he's the one but he's certainly good for me. It feels good the way he treats me. I like it a lot. I spent last night laying in his arms for hours and hours. It sounds silly but I think he needs me more than I need him. I like conversing with him but I don't see this going anywhere. I see this as a friendship, a soulmate type friendship. He's kind and I've spoken with him about things I've never really shared with people. I'm trying to be open. He exposes me to new things; new ideas, new perspectives, new experiences. Tonight we are going to a wrap party.
I don't exactly know how I feel. He's kind though. Intelligent. Sweet. He is incredibly understanding and he speaks so nicely to and about me. He's probably the most open communicator I've ever spent time with. He says exactly what he's thinking and how he feels and I never have to wonder. It's also nice to be with someone who compliments me as much as he does. He is so respectful of how much I adore my independence. It's a really beautiful friendship.
