howdypardner

I can't help it. I know you'll be back on this side of the pond soon. Despite everything, my tummy gets excited about the idea of spending time with you. Despite all my brainly wants, my body and spirit want you. Perhaps it's fixation, who knows, at this point it's just a sack full of 'I like you.' Which means, we should hang out, get to know each other better, kiss more, and figure out if what the damn amorphous feelings are. I like labels, I like definitions, I like being able to fence things in, restrain, guard, possibly hide . . . . .

Oh, hey, look another vague 'blog' you care nothing about and will probably not even read, awesome.


the gist: feelings are stupid.