I often think that I am completely head-over-heels in love with love, and it's not like I have some ficticious dream man pictured in my head...but I really do fall in love with a boy, that doesn't exist, all the time-- I literally fall in love with nothing, yet I fall in love. I know, I know it's super weird. I think it must be the romantic in me that expresses itself with its own hybrid version of butterflies. I make my own, and I make them fly whenever I want..it's kinda nice, but at the same time they offer stiff competition. Very stiff.
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