its the silliness of it all that makes you laugh. it's the foolishness of everything that makes it all worthwhile. It's how he makes you feel that makes the difference. it's nothing...yet it consumes your every waking moment. You gently tap your fingers without even knowing it. You cannot wait to see him again. And although you have his face outline clearly in your thoughts, you wonder, if he still looks the same...if he still feels the same.
Infatuation is when you find him perfect. But when you realize he is not and it doesn't matter...it must be something else.
tag. you're it.