a passion for the passion-part 1
September 07, 2003
as soon as he walked in, my heart stopped. actually, it skipped a few beats...but for the sake of good story telling..it stopped.
everytime he walks by me, the feeling is always the same. dizzy anticipation, looking out of the corner of my eye, pretending not to notice his intoxicating smell. my mind going crazy for a minute trying to think up something clever to say. the poetic part of me asks: "what could this mean? is it true love?" the rational part of me says: "stop being such a girl!"
is life destined to go on like this? and is it for real...or a result of my extremely uneventful summer?
only time will tell.
