Out of nowhere, someone has entered my life.

I swore that I was done, that I was going to live for myself for a while, that I wanted to be independent to the core, that school and my friends were going to be my main focuses here, and that I would follow through with that.

I'm torn.

I feel like I've known him a lot longer than I have, and I've never experienced that.

It's new, and I like it.

I'm not the kind of girl who "needs" to be with someone.

It's just that sometime there's a connection there that makes me grateful to be human, just so as to be able to experience it.

For the first time since my grandma died, things sometimes feel like they're normal and good again.

I don't know how these things work. I want a course of action, a plan B, a troubleshooting guide, just in case things go wrong.

It's the possibility that they won't go wrong, though, that keeps me coming back.