The world is spinning.

Sunday night tradition always leads to good things; after all we can get drunk on $1 triple wells and spend less than $20 to get shitfaced.

It started a month ago when you crashed into my life and kissed me mid-sentence, leaning in while you spoke, your lips still moving when they first touched mine so it was like you were putting your words in my mouth. We tripped all over each other talking that night, and we sometimes tell stories in tandem- alternating sentences and paragraphs while people look at us and are like

Wait, WHAT?

We link arms when we walk in the street, close-knit talking in each other's ears and grinning like we are full of secrets. Your eyes never stray from mine when you talk, so I never have to be like

HELLO ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME

and when I do occasionally ask that, maybe while you're fussing with your bracelets or rubbing a scuff off of your shoe, you look up at me and repeat verbatim exactly what I just said.

I ask why I even ask you things like

Are you listening?
Will you keep me in the loop?
Will you tell me when you're leaving?

You shrug and say you don't know. I know it's force of habit. You always give me an ETA call, or text or message online, and you are never late.

We ran into my boss last night and I introduced you as my boyfriend for the first time. It's been a month, I figured it was fair. You nodded and shook his hand, my boss bought us round after round after round, told us to help ourselves to the bottle. You poured the drinks like you were trying to kill me, and I danced around with glee.

What time we left I don't know.

Two in the morning no one is on I-45 and you are taking us flying down the highway at over 100MPH with me squealing

FASTER LET'S GO FASTER

as you let me blow my smoke out the car window.

You gave me your house key while you squealed away to go park the car, blowing in breathless less than five minutes later saying

I totally just sprinted the whole way.

You left early in the morning for a work appointment. When you came home you brought me breakfast, and even asked the restaurant

Are you SURE this is vegetarian?

We went back to bed watching Hulu, laughing. I fell asleep on you, when I woke up intermittently throughout the morning you were either holding my hand in your sleep or curled up around me.

I opened my eyes for good, rolled over and dropped kisses all over your shoulders.

You recounted a story as you cooked me lunch, and when you said

So K says, you had better by nice to J's girlfriend, she knows a lot of dancers and will hook you up with one of her friends if she likes you

all I heard was.

Girlfriend.
Girlfriend.
Girlfriend.

I like how that word sounds coming out of your lips. It was a shock to reality that whoa, yeah. I am your girlfriend. It HAS been a month. We ARE on the same page.

When I left you kissed me per usual and I told you to be careful per usual and you gave me a devilish grin per usual.

I like it.

And I like how you make me happy, easy and breezy, and don't ever make me want to cry. I never have questions or need any affirmation.

See you in a few days.