A month ago, I met someone I really really like. This has been happening alarmingly frequently of late. I'm not one to befriend people quickly - some of those people I still call "friends" are only good acquaintances (yes, the label matters) - and when I do, there's no promise that I'll hold on for a long time, etc. But with this girl, I think I just might.
For one, she's cute. Within and without. The without only mattered the day I met her - May 22 - when a bunch of us were lining up outside a classroom for an exam and her eyes caught my attention. After that, we contacted each other online and managed to start being "in touch" until the day we both joined college, when we began to have more opportunities to spend time together.
She's an absolute darling if I haven't already said so. I'm sure I hurt her on multiple occasions but she's been gracious enough to let it all go (guilt fades), and I wouldn't think she's the sort of person who lets it go because it's just a darned sweet thing to do but because she sees reason in it.
There's not been a moment when she hasn't been happy, and I mean gleefully happy. She's as happy as can be after an afternoon jog in Madras, for crying out loud! I'm not here to complain, though. Yes, I have wished that a man with a large net and a tranquilizer was looking for her from time to time, but that's not often and that's not sincere. It's an infectious sort of happiness. I just don't catch it because I'm a perpetual scowler.
She's a theatre person, doesn't listen to much music (oddly enough), likes colouring in stuff - the sort you'd find inking in all the Os and the Ds on a page - and gives the best hugs around. I don't know what I'd have done without her this week (which I'm calling Garbage Week). I love you, X, more than you think I'm capable of!
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