I burst into tears this morning just thinking about how much he means to me. Psycho? Absolutely. Once upon a time a was the most emotionally stable, independent, and "I don't give a fuck" girl around - guys couldn't get under my skin, love was a joke, and I relationships were based on sex and money. If anybody happens to run into that awesome little firecracker, please let her know that her presence is dearly missed, and that she needs to come home right NOW.
I can't even begin to express how weird it is to love somebody this much. To be totally consumed by the need and desire to be with someone. To screw up every other aspect of your life because you're physically unable to think about anything but that one person who makes your heart pound and your knees shake.
It's not like I'm the first person on the planet who's been "crazy in love" - as decades of music and movies prove, this pathetic ailment is both widely prevalent and massively entertaining. People have been suffering from this pathetic ailment since the beginning of time...and yet anybody who hasn't yet experienced it remains totally convinced that love-sickness is about as real as Unicorns, Leprechauns, or good Asian drivers.
Skeptics of the world: watch your backs. Somehow, someday, you're going to get sucked in. You're going to meet somebody that scratches that tough exterior, that makes your walls fall down. You're going to fall head over heels in love and it's going to be horrible and all-consuming and debilitating and...
...absolutely fucking wonderful.
