Saturday: I had the best date of my life. Really, the best time with anyone. I don't think I've felt that connected that quickly to anyone, and in just 5 hours.
Sunday through Wednesday: I'm smiling a lot for no reason, humming, too. I talk more with my coworkers. I am generally a better person.
Wednesday night: We get dinner. We watch a movie on her couch. We make out, roughly 5 years since the last person I kissed.
Today: Hey Charlie, I think you are incredibly sweet, interesting, and smart, and I really enjoy talking and spending time with you...I also managed to avoid mentioning that I just ended a few month long relationship, and I'm realizing I still feel pretty hung up on it. I'm really sorry that I wasn't more forthright about that, but I don't think I'm ready right now to see anyone seriously.
Tonight: Just like any other night. The soil continues to fall. But I'm not quite content with it anymore. I want more, and I can't have it. I can't ever have it.