It’s 2:08 AM and I feel like I got hit by a truck.
Does he/she make an effort to hold your hand, put his/her arm around you, and either take or follow the lead with ease or resistance? Is there playful and/or gentle contact between you both or there is more reserve?
You swallow the words that have tried to fight their way out. You take piping hot showers to wash away any trace of your feelings and of him.
Your life doesn’t restart when love steps in.
All the same cognitive functions in all the same order? What a party! … Right?
Women have an uncanny instinct for knowing when they meet the right guy. Or do they?
If you like someone you talk to them. None of this “well she texted me first so I’m going to put her in purgatory for a couple days” bullshit.
I think anybody who falls in love is a freak. It’s a crazy thing to do. It’s kind of like a form of socially acceptable insanity.
You try and fight the temptation and emotions, but in no time flat, you find yourself in a whirlwind of fun and adventure with a seasonal partner.
You kiss me in your bed. I tell all of my roommates you are probably the one. And I think maybe you are.