If The Moon Fell Down.

Life lately has taken a huge turn on me. In a very positive way.
A few months ago, the boy I spent every night dreaming of sent me a text and wanted to hang out. As hesitant as I was, I accepted the offer. Awkward smiles and anxiety-ridden talks later, we're together. We're beyond happy. This boy has me smitten.
Sometimes I ruin these happy moments in my life with paranoia and thinking "Is this whole thing real? I mean, is life actually going my way for once? This can't last, can it?"
I hope it does. I'll fight for it, too.
No one has treated me as amazing as this boy.
Cute surprises at work with homemade cakes and decorations. Bringing me coffee before work because he knows that's how I function best. Making a mix tape with amazing songs that filled me with joy while we're away from each other.
Since dating, we've been on some pretty amazing adventures. We took a trip last weekend a few hours from home and to my surprise, he was down to stop at run-down towns and barns to take pictures. He knows my love for adventure and photography and wants nothing more than for me to pursue that dream. He tells me I have the talent to do whatever I want. He inspires me to be the very best me that I can.
Sometimes, I'll catch myself staring at him at work with a huge smile on my face and thinking "He's mine. I'm his. That's my boy over there working his ass off and no matter what happens, he always has a smile on his face."
I fell in love with his smile and his optimism. I'd pick on him at work for always being happy and singing at work, but deep down, it's what made me fall for him. That and the fact that he was tall enough to reach items on the very top shelf that I couldn't.
I constantly find myself thinking about before him, even a few weeks. When we would work together and try our hardest to make small talk, both of us wanting to get to know one another but never knowing what to say. I'll think of the time I went out with co-workers and we went bowling. I caught him (at least what I thought) looking my way with the biggest smile on his face. I remember going to sleep that night with that image stuck in my head hoping it was meant for me. He'd call me Esteban at work because it was my Mexican name and I'd call him Skyscraper because he was taller than anyone I'd ever met before.
For once in my life, I'm truly happy. This relationship feels so special and so real and sometimes it scares me. It terrifies me to know that someone cares for me as much as he does. We have some amazing adventures planned in the next few weeks and I can't wait to be able to share them. I'm taking another adventure in my life, one I never thought I would take. It's scary and it makes me so nervous, but I know it's going to be worth it.