I'm having so much fun with this boy. He treats me so well and appreciates that I treat him well. So...accepting of who I am. Most non-smokers have this...vendetta against smokers and a cynicism for smokers who are trying to quit and struggling to do so, but there's none of it. He loves that I'm trying, applauds the success I'm having, but doesn't begrudge me slip-ups or regression. And he knows the crap I went through and doesn't judge me for it. I just...love the acceptance. I love his whole demeanor. So...in tune with my own. And well...as you can see, he's pretty easy on the eyes, too.
Here's my only hesitation: He lives in Sacramento. I mean, it's Sac, not Spain. But he's been gone for a little over 12 hours, and I already want to go down and see him. It worries me that he's a) already talking about me needing to move to Sac and b) that I'm looking for loopholes and ways to make that work without feeling like I'm jumping into it. Mostly just a matter of finding a way to feel comfortable with the intensity of my feelings.