I want to be her. Then again, who doesn’t?
A six-month-old relationship is an odd thing. Its neither here nor there and you can’t decide if that is good or bad.
It still feels new (probably because it is) and you want to be around each other all the time and there’s still the goofy, hearty laughing mixed in with the occasional fight that is ridiculously dramatic. But at the same time, you are waiting for it to get serious, for that invisible line to appear so that you can cross it – or not.
Or is it just me?