You weirdly abstract idea of love, lust and obsession, you have suddenly taken over my brain and are making me happy. Stop it. I know you won’t last, but this whole having my heart constantly in my throat and my eyes shining with that new crush look is making me sick to my stomach. I see fireworks… FIREWORKS. Actually a more appropriate metaphor would be a grenade filled with sparkly confetti. Violent image, I know, but that’s what you are. This is so most definitely conflicting with my whole being bad ass. Your way of creeping into every nook and cranny of my emotional well being these last two weeks is beginning to get out of control. But I guess you’re better than being lonely.
Comically Conflicted,
Me
PS. But he is seriously such a sweetheart. <3
