So I recently started going to an anxiety support group, which is incredibly helpful and full of some really nice people. But being the weirdo over analyzing freak I am, I started trying to compare myself and my situation to the book "The Fault In Our Stars" ( Immy you seriously need to read it btw). Which obviously is a bit of a stretch to compare anxiety to cancer but that isn't what I mean,
I was only told about the group from a guy I met online and we started talking and becoming friends he lives in Brighton so I didn't feel so isolated, because most people on UK anxiety forums are from London. anyway he met me in Brighton outside TKmaxx near the group and walked me in, so i wouldn't be as anxious, which was really nice and obviously got me thinking... that he is eternally in love with me, and we are destined to be together forever (duh). so now every time we are in group together I start to compare us to hazel (me) and Augustus (him) and I am already planing our trip to Amsterdam. haha kidding. (not kidding).
Seriously though I can't be the only girl that does this, start to fantasize and romanticize about guys that are simply doing a nice gesture. Can I?
(Also, I feel the only reason he has yet to profess his love to me, is because of the anxiety. Naturally, either that or I have concocted this whole elaborate and completely false scenario in my head. But what is more likely?)
So anyway you may be receiving a save the date card soon. Ha-ha.
