I've found myself in a situation where feelings are being
felt that haven't been felt since before the dawn of this past summer. Those
feelings are typically labeled as feelings of "infatuation." Yes,
yes, there has finally been the entrance of a male into my life who actually
makes me swoon. And I hate it. Amidst all this hectic emotion and this frenzy
of confusion I refer to as my life, I have once again found myself dreaming of
a boy in a perfectly childish and innocent manner. Granted, considering the
past six months of intense emotions and foolish men, this simple emotion is
quite refreshing. So I suppose I should stop complaining about stumbling over a
boy when I've had previous experience of falling (off of cliffs and out of
airplanes) for boys only to crash miserably on the cold, hard ground of the
reality that reminds me that boys are
dumb. To put it simply, for too long I have loved, but now, I merely like. And
it's funny, because simply liking makes the men once-loved quite insane over
the man now-liked.
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