Baby, you make me feel alive.

It's been a while since I've really written anything. Usually even if I'm not posting in the blog I at least write in a notebook or something. I used to write in the notes on my phone daily. But I haven't been doing that. And suddenly in the last few days, that's all I've wanted to do. I feel this surge of passion and liveliness that I haven't felt in a long time, and it hit me so suddenly that I'm actually exhausted from it. I'm so happy that it's making me tired. How ridiculous is that? 

My life is good. I've been working on myself and my surroundings and the things I do and people I see. And I've been weeding out the things that upset me. I've been adding in more things that make me happy. I've been carefree. I've been acting on a whim, but in a confident way, not reckless. Instead of worrying about things I just trust my instincts and do what I want. No drama. No stress. And nobody's opinion matters except mine. I talk to whoever I want to talk to. I see whoever I want to see. I do whatever I want, whenever I want. But now, it's like all of that coordinates with one other person. Somebody is making me really happy. I mean. REALLY happy. In a way I haven't been in such a long time. In a way I've never been while dating. It's really too early to say anything but, I just had to express that. That there's someone out there bringing out the best in me. And I love it. I feel alive.