My Coffee Boy

Yay! The whole month has passed since my last post. And let me tell you something: I am moving forward. Slowly, like a cautious turtle, but without going back that much at least.
Lately I've been unpacking my memories a lot, tenderly touching those bruises and scars. It's funny how a person can do so much things that will provide him with uneasiness for a long time afterwards. But I am glad I made a lot of happy memories as well.
This month brought me one more heartbreak, which was so random and unexpected that I was surprised by how I ended up there again. Well, I was not that into the guy, but when somebody tells you that you are not wanted in someone's life it always sucks. Especially when he shows you that he wants you to care for him at first. People can be inconsiderate and inconsistent, I know that. But still that never excuses anyone and it does not dry those tears.
However, the rule of equal exchange or my super powers (as in Max Frei's books) work pretty well.
The boy from my faculty confessed his love to me. He is one of new friends I made this year. He is really sweet and cute and nice and almost everything a girl can dream about. Being loved is a good thing.
Though, my doubts concerned my past and inability to be in a relationship without being a drama queen. I do not want to hurt anyone, because I've been hurt so many times before. I do not want to be the source of pain for someone.
I want this relationship to work. I want to be happy with the person who loves me. But most of all I want to make him the happiest person in the world and love him for his feelings for me.
He is shy and humble in public. He communicates according to Carnegie books. He is a coffee maniac. He has outstanding analyzing abilities. He pays attention to the details. He is a riddle and a mystery to me. But every time we hold hands my heart fills with warmth and calmness and I don't want him to let me go.