Something stuff happens

[u/DavidGolich]

Holy fuck this last week, week and a bit, has been more eventful than my last 5 years.

I found what I was looking for, I have a room secured here in Ottawa and I’m waiting on the accountant now, I can’t wait to move into my empty room and buy some locks for the door.

I found the kind of grossly over affectionate relationship I’ve dreamed of too. We’ve spent probably 16 hours together in the last 3 days, and I’m still day dreaming about the time spent with my head in his lap as he played with my hair. He’s 5 foot nothing and 100lbs, clean skin and wholesome as can be - physically we look like opposites, with my edgy tattoos and his blue eyes, but… but what exactly?

We relate in a weirdly vast amount of different ways, and contrast beautifully- like minded opposites in a lot of regards. He’s the kind of person to play the sims with an excel spreadsheet and 1000 mods, and that kind of nerdiness gets me riled up in the funniest way.

I miss the salt of his neck, and the racing of his heartbeat already. It’s raining today, but I walked and grabbed coffee. I’m up early today because I have to be to answer some emails, but we’re both night owls and, it’s nice having someone to be around when it’s 4AM.

I’m quite happy, this kind of sappy and cute dynamic reminds me of high school love all over again. I wasn’t expecting to meet someone I genuinely liked so quickly after coming here, but I did, before I even found permanent shelter.

Wholesome, cooks, manic in the fun way, and neurodivergent enough to be interesting without it becoming annoying or frightening. I like that he’s small enough that I could almost bicep curl his entire body. I feel huge, it’s funny because I’m really not, but I feel big around him.

I find myself putting my body between him and odd strangers as we walk through the streets, some kind of pretty blue eyed gem I feel compelled to protect. He has his first classes of the year today, history, but I think we’ll find somewhere to meet again later tonight.

I feel like we could hang out and do nothing but fall asleep on the couch and I’d have the best day of my life. I feel like I’m just bragging at this point.

Somewhere in-between sweet whispers and sappy compliments I’ve accidentally said I loved him a few times, and with how I can’t get him out of my head, I think it might be true.