swoon

It's kind of funny how appropriate this word is for me.
considering a) It's my favorite. b) I probably act upon it more than I say it. and I say it a lot. (for obvious reasons). and c) because it rhymes with spoon, duh.

It's like the sound of a sigh. The motion of a sigh. The meaning behind a sigh. Sighing, but spelled out in an alphabetical arrangement. You know when ever you watch Pride and Prejudice, and in the sweet whispers from Mr. Darcy "you have bewitched me body and soul, and i love, i love, i love you. and i never wish to be parted from you from this day on."  
(yes, i did recently watch it..yes, i did swoon.)

Inside your brain. Inside every  hormone. Inside every fragment of your body that makes that high pitched squeal..You know the feeling. The feeling when a charming young man smiles or walks towards you, or brushes a piece of hair away from your face. Or simply holds your hand. You embrace every moment. You take a deep breath, and then you utter a sigh from your mouth and a swoon from every other part of your body. From every part of you. You fall into a swoon.

I thrive off of these moments.
I thrive off of falling.




And that would be life for me at the moment, folks. Right there.
Nothing but a bunch of fainting from extreme emotion.
For silly silly reasons that even I can't describe.