I am absolutely smitten. See, when I get to this stage I lose all my abilities to keep still. Keep grounded aka. be myself.
I start over-explaining things.
And I, for some inane reason, tell the whole world how smitten I am. And it does not matter what the guy does or how he looks like, I am absolutely smitten.
If there was a potion for me to get back or to get past this stage, I'd take bottles of it.
But since there is none (alcohol is NOT a potion), I will just harbour these feelings as quietly and as discreet as I can.
Good luck to me...
Here's to not blabbering.
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