The One Where I Get Soppy…
January 16, 2012 
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Oh God, it’s happening to me again.
I often feel like I’m not a particularly loving person. I care a lot, very deeply in fact, about people, but I don’t really show it. I make jokes and I’m cynical, and sometimes the most romantic gestures in the world make me a feel a little ill. I’m a pragmatist, a joker. Someone can say the most wonderful thing to me, and I’ll come back with my most unnecessarily acerbic wit. I’m not that nice, really.
Which is why I can’t understand the way I am at the moment. I’m gooey – and not in a too-much-information, medical disorder kind of way. I’m just so so happy at the moment that it’s overflowing.
I keep wanting to tell people, a moment of total verbal diarrhoea to the nth degree, this belief that everyone wants to know how loved up I am at the moment. It keeps escaping. Worse, I keep catching myself giving the boy soppy looks. Stroking his hair. Gazing. I’m bloody gazing! Any minute now I’ll be skipping off over the horizon on a blinking rainbow, frolicking along with my pink unicorn friends, plucking love hearts from the candyfloss clouds and swooning into breathy eye-lash fluttering hyperventilations. Isn’t it awful?!
Sorry guys!
He’s infiltrated your forcefield. Gah! My advice, enjoy the ride
Haha, perfect analogy! He has, and I think I will