Instead of writing notes about extremely important subjects (that I happen to have a big test on tomorrow), I often find my pencil drawing rough outlines of your face and writing your name and my current train of thought about you allll over my notes.
Today I just zoned out completely for a good ten minutes during a test and daydreamed about just being with you.
You're invading- no, you're hostily taking over my brain,
and I love it.
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03:46:03 PM
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Barf. I find this despicable in the most adorable way imaginable.
I love this feeling. I term it "stupid love." Actually, that's not my term, it's *his* term.
I remember entire days or weeks when I smiled only because I was thinking about what had happened the day or week before.
Joy sparked by another is a beautiful beautiful beautiful thing.
I is happy for you. I is happy with you.
I know this feeling exactly. For example, I should be starting my PreCalculus project that's due tomorrow. But I'm not-- I'm waiting for him to get online, so we can talk, and spending the time until he gets online by thinking about him.
I know exactly how you feel. Sometimes in class I look over at his beautiful hair and his smile. I think about our conversations and I can't stop smiling as much as I can't focus on anything.
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