this picture is just awesome.
Monday, February 28, 2011
I want to say this...
but I don't really want anyone to listen.
If you are one of the very few people who have access to this blog, you may read on, but this post will be ridiculously cheesy. Don't say I didn't warn you...
I'm in love. Yesssssssssssssssss
It's wonderful, and slightly annoying (to be honest).
I'm so excited, but it means a lot of decision-making. If I were still alone, I'd still have to be making lots of decisions, but there would be no need to consider this other person. And still, I am not required to... but ohhhhh I want to.
I'm going to see him this week, and I absolutely cannot wait.
I can't focus on this school work. All I can think of is what it's going to be like to see him again. And, although I know he will love me either way, I can't help but having girly thoughts like "Have I gained weight since I last saw him?" Not because I'm worried he will care too much, but I know that he is a man, and his mind will react to things like that.
I will probably explode when I see him in the airport. I won't know what to do for a second, because the part of me that won't want anyone to look at us will want to be discreet, but the part of me that will be the most excited I've been in a long time will want to scream, run, jump into his arms, hold him, be ridiculous, basically. oh my. I sound like a 14-year-old girl. I really do. But I kind of like that.
If you are one of the very few people who have access to this blog, you may read on, but this post will be ridiculously cheesy. Don't say I didn't warn you...
I'm in love. Yesssssssssssssssss
It's wonderful, and slightly annoying (to be honest).
I'm so excited, but it means a lot of decision-making. If I were still alone, I'd still have to be making lots of decisions, but there would be no need to consider this other person. And still, I am not required to... but ohhhhh I want to.
I'm going to see him this week, and I absolutely cannot wait.
I can't focus on this school work. All I can think of is what it's going to be like to see him again. And, although I know he will love me either way, I can't help but having girly thoughts like "Have I gained weight since I last saw him?" Not because I'm worried he will care too much, but I know that he is a man, and his mind will react to things like that.
I will probably explode when I see him in the airport. I won't know what to do for a second, because the part of me that won't want anyone to look at us will want to be discreet, but the part of me that will be the most excited I've been in a long time will want to scream, run, jump into his arms, hold him, be ridiculous, basically. oh my. I sound like a 14-year-old girl. I really do. But I kind of like that.
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