You feel me?

Okay, so I can't remember if I told the blog yet that I got that guy I've been obsessing over and he is now my boyfriend of two and a half weeks and yes, the last post I wrote ("Shhh, it's a secret") was about him but that was something I wrote a week and a half ago. Wanna know why? Because I am a realist. I don't expect fairy tales, I don't expect us to go to the same college, and I do not expect a diamond ring but what I do expect is a healthy functioning relationship and hells yes that's what I got. Before you write me off as a heartless bitch I want to explain some things.

1. I like holding hands with him
2. I like kissing him
3. And even though it is hella annoying I like when my friends mention him because it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy

I hate that I labeled my feelings for him as a mutual attraction because that's not what they are. They're a lot more than that. I can't actually explain it. But I know that if he read that previously mentioned post he probably hates me. But whatever 'cause I can't say this crap out loud, can you imagine?
Back to the point; yes, I am a realist. And my hopes are not set unrealistically high. But so far he has exceeded those expectations. Being a realist sucks on so many unimaginable levels because I know summer is here and he is working and I'm leaving to visit my dad and we won't be able to talk every day like we used to. But I don't give a care because I know he cares about me and he should know I care about him like, x10 that. I'd tell him but that might set his hopes unrealistically high and then where would we be?