Actually, it’s not love, it’s the falling in love part that’s a royal pain-in-the-ass (and heart). At this stage, everything is just f..king painful…
Outwardly, you pretend like everything is cool, that you’re not hoping against hope for something really special, but on the inside you’re smitten and you can’t hardly stand it waiting for a call, a text, a simple instant message to brighten your day…
Fearing that maybe you’ve said too much too soon, then wondering if maybe you haven’t said enough…
Fearing that you’re in this all alone, then realizing later on that you are, and swearing to never, EVER do that to yourself again….
(until the next time)……………..