He loves me he loves me not?: which daisy petal is it?

I'm telling you this has to be a re-written modern romance movie. You see him, and he makes your heart flutter as if you had a load of butterflies flying around. Your energy goes up better than an Energizer Bunny commercial. I mean this guy is it. He leaves and doesn't talk to you or you don't hear from him in awhile, and then it feels as if hell froze over, you lost your favorite earrings, or your cellphone, or so you might say. When you hang out with him, no one else matters, he's your best friend and makes you laugh so much, you are crying! Your best friend meets him and says, "Break her heart, I'll break your neck (or something like that)," but she likes him. He's everything you want: he's into God, he dances better than Ricky Martin and guess what he's so not gay!, he likes the things you like, and you even went on  trip together. Don't tell me you didn't fall asleep on his shoulder, you big liar. If I had a nickel for every time this man was brought up, I'd be a millionaire, but I wouldn't mind. He walks into a room, and suddenly its check my face, check my clothes, check my hair. Don't worry, we lookin' good. He aggravates and frustrates, he doesn't even make sense. Thinking too hard, praying like a maniac it just has to be true. We believe you. Who knew it would be so easy, but yet so incredibly confusing. What's going to happen? Look buddy I'm running out of Smirnoff (Smurfettes) and pizza money to share(or maybe I just want ya to think that), so just curious where are you hiding? she's hoping. I felt this once and I think I get how it feels, as if your very self is going crazym, you are changing, happy and loved all at once. I know where mine's hiding. Well he's on some island somewhere. Apparently according to my best friend, he doesn't have a rope, a boat, or even the will to swim; sounds like a real trip to me. This guy of yours is pretty cool, but he better get his shoes on and not waste time like a When Harry met Sally time frame. I'm your advocate or maybe he might read this and I'll be in big trouble. Eh, I'll preserve that for when I hope to say told ya so, you were right there all along, oh wait sorry that's Justin Timberlake's line from 'Mirrors' hey, but the same concept applies love. To mine... whoever the poor bloke is. He loves me he loves me not we say. Which is it going to be. It's okay I think I'll warn him. Run, Forrest, Run! He loves me he loves me not?

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