He's Been a Bad Boy in the Best Way

I can't help but start this out with Oh my god. Ya'll will never believe it. Blush is in love. This sounds crazy and I bet I get some flack for this going so quickly but looking back, this is just how I roll. But I'm in this now, Come What May. Austin. Damn ya'll. I've only let you in on the hearts and flowers thus far so I'm unsure where to start. Been too busy falling in love but here goes.

Austin is a recovering addict. That's sort of how we came together. The day we went to Barton Springs some shit went down and he randomly got ahold of me for some refuge, knowing that I would understand. And did I ever. That day was really magical, and I attribute it not only to that apple blossom fragrance of love in the air, but because Barton Springs fucking rules. It really is magical. Even Meagan mentioned that being a really special day. The next night we spent alone together. We talked about everything. That's how our relationship began. Completely open communication. It fucking rules. Nothing is taboo, we both have pasts, there's no denying the truth, and it's out, and it's the most beautiful relationship I could imagine having these days. These days. That sounds funny.
So it's been three weeks and we finally discussed our feelings. We get along like gangbusters, that ain't no thang. But of course I was terrified. After awhile the stress was getting to me and I started acting like a bitch. I couldn't believe it. Me. But I held it in still. I finally broke down and had an anxiety attack over a couple of different perturbances, but of course I didn't tell him that I might want to be his girlfriend or something similar. I cried to him over my mom and my money and his mom, it was ridiculous. But check this--and don't freak out--he's bipolar as well. This is sounding crazier as I go, I know. He was so wonderful to me, I mean, he understands. Like I understood. We understand each other. His background is extremely similar to mine. White middle class suburban. Just he in a larger, more liberal city. He is very smart. Starting back at Texas State next week to finish his degree in Anthropology actually. So don't get the wrong idea. He might've been in the game back in the day--and he was--but he's a nerd. And as big of a dork as I am. I almost can't believe it. I feel like it's all too good to be true.
I love his glasses.
So finally we're in the bathroom and I'm putting on makeup one night and he tells me he thinks he's falling for me. I tell him the same. Commence the fucking. And it's never been like that. Seriously. As much as I want to go into detail I won't because that's Ours. Hehe. Just trust. Pornorific as it were, I've never felt so close to another person in my life. It was confirmed when he asked me, during, if I felt that way as well. So I know he's down for me too.
We actually used the word Love. Big word.
I know its only been three weeks. I know.
But I really am! Shut up!

I know this because I love his dog, Marley. Supposedly the most ill-behaved dog ever, but fucking cute as shit. And I don't like dogs. Like really at all. But I find myself talking to Marley on Saturday afternoon after brunch at Kerbey Lane inviting him over to my house and telling him that I'm gonna take him to Barton Springs, etc, etc. Whoa. And I didn't even care when he chewed on my shoes and pooped on the floor. It just made me laugh. Dinah was pissed. And I mean pissed. She hates other animals because she has an ego problem because she's little and she fronted on Marley and we had to put her outside. I put Dinah outside for Austin's dog. Holy Shit. I'm totally gone.

Jam for the Day: Ain't No Other Man by Christina Aguilera cause that's my girl