It felt like a fairy tale last week. Things with James continued to go on smoothly. We both begun to talk more about things we want to know about each other. He shared things I still haven't known about him. Some were quite funny, others were weird. And I also did the same. We were getting steady and so far, it's been great.
Yet, somehow, our conversations felt like I've already known all of it. The things James used to say and all those mannerisms he had, like the way he pouts when he shrugs or the way he licks his lips when he's trying to say something he has in mind. They all felt like I've seen them before. But I didn't mind it too much. I was too happy to even care about it.
Just the mere presence of James has been more than enough for me to move on from my past. I love talking to h
