Ten days until I have to catch a train by myself for one and a half hours, only to arrive in a place I have no clue of - all so I can spend three whole nights with someone that I am completely besotted with.

Madness, eh?

Look through some of my old entries here (when I say old, I mean over six months ago) and then try to tell that girl, who punched in those cold and desperate words onto her screen, that she's going to actually be happy.

She won't believe you. I can guarantee that.

But, as they say, life does have this uncanny way of making things work themselves out... even if they do take quite a long time in order to do so.

But - three whole nights. That's Friday evening right up to Monday morning. That's quite a long time and more than I'd hoped for. And since our first time wasn't exactly quite as romantic as it might have been, I just know that next weekend is going to make up for it. Though, not that our first time together was un-romantic in the slightest... it was perfect for the time after all.

Oh, I am getting all girly and giddy just thinking about it! Who would've guessed that I could get like this? That I could be so 'loved-up' that trivial matters such as trains, meeting his parents, etc, etc, don't seem scary at all...?

I don't think I have ever been this happy in my entire life.