About uni, three months later

heyo.
remember when i said that i crossed making out with a stranger out of my bucket list? since uni started (a whole two months ago whaaat) i've made out with a total of 2 (two) guys.
yeah
i'm that person now.
jk i'm not.
the first guy is a second year in my course and we just met that night at a dorm party and then we went out at night and we both got drunk out of our minds and we just kinda made out? and it was one of the most bizare funny experiences in my life. the whole things was just so weird? and funny? the day after things got weird, but that's okay because the week after i already had a new boy, also from my dorm. (the whole time we made out i could only think about how i wasn't kissing the first boy, but that's not important for now). it was weird and completely different, but hey, i got to make out with someone, not everything is bad. the week after we went out again and we made out again and yeah? he's a nice boy but i didn't feel like i did with brian. or the first boy in this story (let's call him leo).
continuing with our story. we're now in week four. there's no classes during this week, and the university had this festival thing with djs and performers and it was this whole party for four days. i bought the four-day-ticket and i went to three out of the four days. fast foward to the third day, thursday. i had planned to go to the party with a friend from the dorm, and we did our make up and we bought wine and stuff, and we were ready to go out. i get a message from mr leo asking when we were going to leave, because he was also going to the party thing. and so me, my friend, another girl from the dorm and leo go together to the party. it's half past midnight and we're walking to the metro station, drinking our wine and juice and i swear life. is. great.
i was tipsy when we arrived at the place where the whole thing was happening, and leo was kinda taking care of me, and meanwhile my friend got kidnapped by some other guys from my course and so I cling on to leo because guess what he's very attractive and I was tipsy. And so we enter the place, me, him and the other girl and I'm getting drunker by the minute. The world looks like it's spinning but we do shots and everything's fine. I find my girlfriends from uni, and suddenly I'm holding hands with leo and kissing him and it looks like everything is fine.
It wasn't fine, it was very rude of me to ditch my friends because of a boy bUT
But
After that day ended we found some more guys from the dorm and we all went home together. I was still with leo, but he was busy with a friend who was VERY drunk. And I was needy and drunk, and also I was missing home, so I started crying on the shoulders of a guy who also lives with us. We got home safe and we go to the kitchen to cook some eggs. It's seven am and me, Leo, the guy I cried with, and another boy from the dorm were the only ones in the kitchen, and we were there eating scrambled eggs and laughing. Honestly, I don't think I ever felt more alive.
With that day came many more nights. Many more parties, eating in the middle of the night, drinking and laughing and studying and watching dumb videos on YouTube. I found myself in the middle of this big group of uni students and I couldn't be more grateful. Living at the dorm has been such a great experience.
With that day also came leo. A sweet, mean, cute and VERY HANDSOME young man who I happen to like very much. Like, like like. It came out of nowhere, and it was all so subtle and smooth and natural that I'm still surprised I have these feelings. There was no doubting, no overthinking, no big deals. It was just me and him, spending time together, getting to know each other, and in between embraces, kisses and laughter I found out that I liked him. And I wouldn't want it any other way. It's such a weird and funny feeling, the way my heart races when I see him, but when I'm with him it feels like everything will be alright. I honestly never thought I would be able to feel this, but now, it feels like this is the right way to be feeling.
Classes have been going well, I say as I write this in the middle of my calculus class. The semester is almost over, and Christmas is right around the corner. I'm going to Lisbon in five days, and going home in eight. I have my lows (really big deep lows with a lot of anxiety) but I also have my highs, and my highs are usually the size of the empire state building. Maybe even better. I'm fine now, and I don't think I want it to change.