Cooking, walking, dancing... and all that jazz...

I've made a lot of mistakes. I've gotten hurt, I've hurt others... and I'm done with ridiculous, unnecesary problems. There are good and bad things about this relationship. The good side of it is him. I'm always telling him he is trouble, but he's not. He is the exact opposite. He's the kind of guy who walks all the way to a dorm and then back to his place each night just so I won't walk by myself in the dark. He's the guy dancing with me in front of an auditorium full of Hispanic people and doesn't care and still has fun. He's the friend I talk to when I need to vent about a long day. He's the spontaneous joker, the intelligent conversator, the amazing kisser. He's the time in the day when I relax and feel like myself again. And speaking of time.. I'm supposed to be sleeping now... I haven't been able to sleep this week. so much to think about... so much to do... and just a few hours in the day... I want to cook, and walk, and dance, and get in trouble... but no, I'm gonna go to sleep instead. I'm gonna try, at least... it is so late...