So.
This is love?
Thinking about that special someone for hours without end.
Maybe even doodling his name here and there and drawing some pretty hearts and flowers.
How can I stop thinking about you?
What does this all mean?
Being in love is a funny thing.
I get happy when I see you, even if its for five seconds, you seem to turn my frown upside down.
Everything reminds me of you.
Happiness flows through my whole body when I hear your voice, your laugh.
I’m head over heals for you.
Wonderful.
So.
This is love?
