Can’t stop thinking about my next bf and all the fun things we’re gonna do together, and that feeling of butterflies engulfing me, and me actually getting to show what i learned from my last relationship. I believe he’s waiting for me. Maybe not literally because he’s probably out living his life too, but there are def. a series of events that are in queue preceding us meeting each other. I’m excited about the deep conversations that we’ll have and the gratitude i’ll feel for having the chance to be loved and to love again, but this time completely. i imagine that he’ll be a quite handsome fellah, this based on the fact that over the years my bfs get more and more handsome. Maybe he’ll be the creme de la cre….or however that saying goes. I’m excited. This is a message to him delivered and send through the universe: I can’t wait for us to meet each other and be in love, and to be at our best. I love you (already).