I've been sitting home all day thinking about him. He has inhabited every waking (and sleeping) thought today. Every. Last. One.
I'm not ready for this. This was supposed to be safe. The sheer impossibility of it all was supposed to save me from listening to music that reminds me of him, reading the book he recommended and seeing him in each character, from sitting here scared to go to Collegetown for fear I'd run into him, from talking to mutual friends and censoring myself for fear that something I say may be misconstrued as a "come-hither". From the knowledge that all he has to do is say the word, and I am his.
Its this damn book. There is no logical explanation.
Why do I have to be so impossibly female? Hopefully, this is all just the product of an unoccupied mind on a lazy sunday, and I'll be fine tomorrow. If not, i have to get out of this town now before I do something stupid.
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because you are impossibly female... you crazy chick!
What else are you supposed to be?.
And gaddamn it, why can't you indulge, what's stopping you?.
Do I need to come down there and knock your head a lil' Ms Degree +
because, this is the same lunatic you all told me to run away from last month. Girl, after the last steamy dream, I woke up, picked up my phone and DELETED HIS NUMBER.
No madness in 2007!
oh ic.
Okay in that case, Amen.
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