Sorry for everyone I may have freaked out with my last entry ... Every diarist has the right to one of those once in a while, right? Anyways, don't worry about me, I've never failed a single English exam, and although the boy's mother doesn't approve of him having a girlfriend? He isn't even close to dumping me for that.

In fact, we've been together for a month. A whole month. It's funny cause he's the one who reminded me, not the other way around. I'm really bad with defining the real "beginning" of a relationship.

The 9th. The 9th, the 9th, the 9th. March 9th. That's a good day, don't you think? I must keep that in mind, cause if I forget next month than I'll slap myself in the head.

Next month ... It's just kind of strange, you know? Looking ahead like that. A little scary, cause I've never been one to do that before.

He's just so good to me ... I love his smile, his laugh, his presence. I love when he says something naughty and he knows I won't get offended cause we have the same sense of humour.

I love it when he holds me. And I love how he tells me how much he loves to hold me. To kiss me. To be with me.

I love how everybody is just so friggin' happy for us. They saw it coming, they KNEW. There are no jealous ex-girlfriends (although some gratingly annoying ones, -cough cough-), there are no spurned friends, it just ... works.

I love how he can just look at me and I'll just melt. I love how he apologizes for little things, but it's never excessive. I love how much he cares.

And I can't say those three little words, cause they scare me. I don't even know if I DO, but I know that I care a lot about him and have for a long time. And I know that even though he throws around the word "love" like its nothing, he understands how important it is to me and he respects that.

I love how this entry was so corny and yet I enjoyed writing it so danged much ... He's just such an adorable, sweet, freakish, dastardly guy, and I just ... He's just great.

By the way, I'm sorry to my devoted reader (who's probably related to me, damned pesky siblings) for not updating more often. It's just ... happiness is not conducive to writing in a diary. It just doesn't fit. But I'm trying! I have the week off and I have mucho spare time. I promise you more updates, and by golly I shall provide you with more updates!