The Giggler.

I met someone.
He’s… for lack of an even better word… amazing. I’m not going to bother going into any of the why’s and how’s and when’s and what’s. Not because I don’t like thinking about it or talking about it, because I do, but I’m kind of afraid you know.
You know when you meet someone, and it’s almost as if it’s too good to be true? So all that is in the back of your mind is, maybe it is. Maybe it is too good to be true.
It’s kind you find yourself getting ahead of yourself and the time and the situation, with this, rather blunt, stabbing and uncontrollable worry in the back of your mind like you’re going to fuck it up, or they’re going to fuck it up, or all of the elements of the universe will come together and fuck it up.
And as much as you can’t let your past, or past experiences, effect the way you look at the future, it’s virtually impossible not to, really. Because all you know is what you know already. Obviously.

I don’t believe in faith, as I have certainly mentioned before, so it’s hard to tell myself to just ‘have a little faith’.
I suppose trust can work though. I can trust. I mean… I can try to, at least.