Thursday, February 15, 2007
Madness
He is sweet, and thoughtful, and shy, and funny, and respectful, and talented, and generous, and polite, and sincere, and friendly, and family-oriented, and God-fearing, and loyal, and witty, and a gentleman, and childlike, and with a boy-next-door appeal. You think about him all the time. You talk about him every chance you get. You smile just remembering his smile. You are euphoric when he is happy. You are lonely when he is sad. You laugh when he laughs. You start a fight when you want him to notice you. You call him up just to hear his voice. You stare at him when he is not looking. You get butterflies in your stomach when he looks at you from across a room. You gasp for air when he gets too close. You get goose bumps when he holds your hands. Your heartbeat goes wild when he puts his arms across your shoulders. And you lose your mind when his lips touch yours... And you have been like this for the last 4 years, 8 months, 7 days, 3 hours and 6 minutes since you said “yes”.
So, yes, you are mad.
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