Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006 - 9:23 p.m.
So maybe smitten is a little old now
It's the little things you've been doing to me that have me always thinking about you, always wanting to hear your voice, wishing instead that you were next to me, kissing me, touching me, biting me.
You make me laugh - all the time, and it drives me crazy. I love that about you. I can tell you that, but I won't tell you that I love you, 'cause that would ruin this - whatever this is.
People ask us all the time how this all started and you always let me tell them. My story is longer, juicier, and with alot more dialogue. The one time you answered someone in reference to "how did you two happen?" you just surprised me with your answer, and I guess I hadn't noticed before. I hadn't noticed alot of things before.
You seem to like it when I finish your sentences, er, interrupt you, nobody likes it when I do that. That's weird. I stay quiet but I do enjoy when we're sitting next to eachother and your arm automatically goes over my shoulder, or when you're sitting on a chair and I sit on the floor next to you you put my head on your lap and carress it and pet me like I was some sort of cat. Well meow baby. You just keep on doing what you've been doing with your one liners and those eyes of yours and you and I will be fine. Just fine inded.(3/22/06)
