Emotional turmoil.

I'm at such a loss.

Expecting the worst.

Hoping for the best.

I want you.

I want you so bad.

I can't help but think.

Well, at least he's being honest. And I wonder why you couldn't do the same.

I stand corrected.

What a charming, charming notion.

It only takes one.

One second, one glance, one too many drinks, one encounter, one sober text message.

To make me wish that this won't be just another addition to my trashcan of hopes too high, dreams too wistful, hearts too eager, and eyes too bright.

For once in my life, can I just get somewhere?

.... For once in my life.

There I go again.

I'm letting my imagination run off without me.

My life.

What even is it.

And you're so in love.

With falling in love.

And it's so precious. Really, it is.