Unlike the "character" Charlyne Yi plays in the movie Paper Heart, I do indeed feel that I am capable of loving someone. In fact, I'm just about 99.9 repeating decimal sure, I have, and still do. But is that love... well, enough?
I talk about love way too much. Ridiculous.
Continuing, I hate butterflies.
Not the lovely, oh-we're-flying-through-the-sky-monarchs-migrating-south butterflies. No, the little boogers that flop around in your stomach when you see someone pretty. I saw two pretty boys today and they went to flutterings. Little b*sterds.
What I want to know, is are those butterflies of any significance? Of course, I've had plenty of them in my day. But I always wonder if they are any true indicator of feelings for another? (Well, feelings other than those of a lustful nature...)
What draws on my curiosity? Why does my mind wander?
Why do I write in such cryptic ways?
...well, the last one is because of the almighty google and it's ability to rat me out.
Digression... Oh, I digress...
To be blunt, there's a fellow I fancy. But I'm not sure how much or what type of fancy'in I've got for him. There's another fellow I've taken a bit of a likin' to, but alas, I know there is not hope for us in the longterm and therefore have resigned to a loving, caring relationship with them. And then there's the other.
OH! The other...
The other is new. Really new.
I like reading. I read books. I read the newspaper. I read people.
I can't read him.
Does he like me?
Am I too giddy? Am I too obvious? Do I need a mind? What has happened to all of my modern sensibilities?!?
I'm a wreck. Salvage me?
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