Love Month, Day 11: New love.

This post isn't really about love. It's about...well, butterflies I guess. It's that feeling you get when you meet someone new, and you are curious and cautious and wanting to talk to them all the time even if you don't really know them. 

At this point I always have to restrain myself from planning our future. Usually because said boy (well i suppose at this age it's man) is barely even at friend status. But I always get excited about the rush I feel when I meet a new person. 

I think (hope) that it's normal to wonder what role a person will have in your life. 

Perhaps I spend too much time by myself.