It's been a while, but I reassure you that I am far from dead.
I fear, in my case, Milan Kundera was right when he wrote that writers write to make themselves feel important. The people who are out there doing, seeing and living already feel important, and therefore do not need to write. Hence my lack of writing.
Things have been... fabulous. My god, have they been fabulous.
I've been seeing a pretty lady for almost a month now. The thing with Massachusetts was short-lived. Essentially, we kissed, and then never spoke afterwards except for some angry drunk texts... most of them sent by me. I'm not angry at him. I'm not holding a grudge against him. Granted, I still think he's a dick, but... eh. It's not a big deal.
Back to the lady.

We're not officially girlfriend and girlfriend, but she's not seeing anyone else and neither am I. We're not saying we're exclusive because we're still getting to know each other, and she doesn't want to feel "tied down." What we're doing isn't any different than officially dating someone while you're still getting to know them, but, to her, it matters what we label it. It kind of matters to me too. I can't explain why though.
I asked her to be my girlfriend in late October. She didn't say no, but she didn't say yes. She said she wanted to take things slow and get to each other better first, but I'm happy where things are, where they've ended up, where they're going.
She's wonderful. I feel like I've known her for forever, when in actuality I haven't even known her a year. We're so alike, but different enough to keep things interesting. She's... amazing, gorgeous... wonderful. Just... wonderful.
I can't stop grinning.

I'm so happy.
And, in case you were wondering, yes, this is the girl I
flaked out on quite a few times. Looks like the relationship gods aren't against me. Hah.
History homework calls me. Peace out.
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