Notebook Entry.

Dear Notebook, It's me again. I'm in love, deep deep love. The kind that when your eyes meet you can just tell, the way she holds my hand. When she kisses me fireworks explode in my mind, my eyes roll back and my palms get sweaty. As soon as her car starts and pulls out of the drive, my eyes water, and I miss her all over again. She is always on my mind and I'm always telling someone how much I miss her. I'm crying now, just wondering if she's dreaming yet, and if so, is she dreaming of me? Is this love? obsession, attraction, lust, insanity? I can still see her face when I close my eyes, still taste her strawberry chapstick on my lips. I've fallen so hard for her, but I don't really want to get up, I like it here, head-over-heels on the floor. She left me before, I cried, I died, I tried to replace her , tried to move on. But I couldn't stop thinking about her, missing her. Hell I couldn't even blame her. ( this blog is taking too long to type out so i will fill the rest in later and ...fuck it no one reads this bullshit anyway so it doesnt matter)