So, how do you know?
I mean, how does anyone REALLY know?
Do you rely on the combination of butterflies and dizziness that seems to surface the second he's in sight?
Is it the overwhelming feeling of content that washes over when I wake up still tangled in w/ him?
Maybe it's the fact that when I'm supposed to be paying attention to anything else, I'm distracted fabricating a future in my head where everything is wonderful and he comes home to me.
Ugh. What have I become?
I don't remember ever feeling this compelled to put myself on the line in hopes of some small return.
I live to see his name on my phone, for the slight looks he gives while walking by, to fall asleep still smelling of his cologne.
Wow. I am NOT this.
When did this happen?
When did "excited" become the only emotion I am capable of feeling??!
Although, I don't like the delirious little girl this has reduced me to, I must admit, I'm enjoying every second.
I mean, how does anyone REALLY know?
Do you rely on the combination of butterflies and dizziness that seems to surface the second he's in sight?
Is it the overwhelming feeling of content that washes over when I wake up still tangled in w/ him?
Maybe it's the fact that when I'm supposed to be paying attention to anything else, I'm distracted fabricating a future in my head where everything is wonderful and he comes home to me.
Ugh. What have I become?
I don't remember ever feeling this compelled to put myself on the line in hopes of some small return.
I live to see his name on my phone, for the slight looks he gives while walking by, to fall asleep still smelling of his cologne.
Wow. I am NOT this.
When did this happen?
When did "excited" become the only emotion I am capable of feeling??!
Although, I don't like the delirious little girl this has reduced me to, I must admit, I'm enjoying every second.
