Not Letting Go

He has been the anguish, happiness and sunshine in my life for the past couple of months. So many times, I was indecisive about our relationship. I thought he liked me but he always seemed more interested in a different person, the whole while I fell in love with him. I feel like a retarded fourteen year old, who feels their first vaginal tingle from the hug or kiss of a guy, then thinks they're in love. I like it though, maybe it is different because he is more to me than a tingle in the jingle, as I like to call it, but I am happy for the first time in years.

Just thinking of him, drives me wild. The way he touches my hair, kisses me, God, it's enough to make me com bust, just from thinking about it. My heart hasn't calmed down since the day he finally broke down and told me how he feels. I'm hypnotized. I swear, he could probably run me over with a car and I would be like, "It's because he loves me." For the first time in my life, I feel happy, so happy, I feel like I've never been living but suddenly I am.

Sometimes, I hate myself for feeling like this, I've never been one to be codependent, but my days depend on him. I think I need to go to the shrink. What do you guys think?