I keep comparing this relationship with the last. Because the metaphorical ink hadn't finished drying on one before I started the other, because if I'd cared even a whit about the first then this would be a rebound except that there wasn't any bound in the first place. So, having so recently watched myself begin a romantic entanglement, I find it hard to not compare notes as I watch myself begin a new one.
And, since the last ended so badly, and this one is still flush and glowing, it's easy to say, look how much better this is in EVERY way!
How much better in EVERY way.