I almost cancelled that first date for a run because my legs were sore.

BECAUSE MY LEGS WERE SORE.

I almost didn't meet him, and now I'm intoxicated in the most wonderful way.  He actually likes ME.  Me for me!  Who knew that was possible?  This doesn't feel real.  Maybe I took too many ZMAs and I'm in a dream that seems to last weeks, but it's really only a few hours, and I'm going to wake up, drunk AF off these butterflies giving me goosebumps, and I will just be here, alone.

Tragic to wake from such things.

Intoxicated, and I just want more.  I am greedy.