Alright, let's go get the shit kicked out of us by love

You know that feeling you get when a guy that lives on the other side of the country, and who you're missing terribly, randomly shows up at your door on New Year's Eve and proceeds to make the first week of January the best in recent memory? Because I do.

I feel completely ridiculous; I used to make fun of people who behave the way I have been for the past few months. Blissfully happy. In what is possibly the giddiest mood I have ever been in, I feel like I could go out and cure cancer. Right now. And maybe patch the hole in the O-Zone and cease world famine while I'm at it.

What's even more ridiculous is the fact that all signs are pointing to failure. The variables in this equation spell out "Worst Idea Ever," but for some inexplicable reason everything is beyond wonderful. He's all the things I've been trying to avoid, all the things I thought I didn't want. He's moved 1500 miles away, he's much older, and he's an actor, and the way we met is a long story which probably isn't worth posting. And despite all of this I am unbelievably happy. Of course, there is always that ever-present fear that he'll somehow come to his senses and realize that he's just wasting his time with a silly little girl like me. And the distance and the fact that I've still got 18 months of school left are very scary things that have given me pause on more than one occasion. But I'm hoping, oh God, I'm hoping.....

If I believed in such things, I'd say I'm in love.