We made some plans, had some crazy dreams...

Feb 19, 2008

Date & Time: way past my bedtime
Soundage: our song--taylor swift
Action: crush crush crush
Reaction: sitting in bed thinking a lot...

17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days. 17 days.
Til Rascal Flatts.

When it rains it pours...
It seems lately as if I've become some sort of magnet. I'm not sure just how much I truly enjoy it. I'm sure that someone will tell me not to complain about it, but...well, it's just strange. Especially considering some of the sources. I just don't quite get it. This is not some horrible self deprecating rant...this is a genuine confusion about a large majority of why they've suddenly decided to become "interested." Some don't surprise me, some have caught me off guard and some (one) needs to get on their A Game.

It's funny, I was talking to Melissa tonight about the boy I am most intent on in my life (sigh) and she chuckled and said it seemed as if we were just meant to be (and that she thinks about us all the time. hahaha. that made me laugh.). This is not the first time I've heard this (the former--not her confession). Now I'm not saying that just because someone has made that observation means that it is definite and that it's in the bag. But I do feel like I agree a tad. Something is just different about this one. We click better. And I have the biggest fear of losing him...more than usual. And it hurts...like physically. Sister Trotter asked me what I liked about him and I really started to think about it. Well, he's cute (obviously--and important quality), he's nice, he's got a strong testimony, he's charitable, he's so stinkin cute with kids, he loves his family so much, when he asks me about things he really listens and follows up about them later, he likes my input on things, he says he likes having me around, he takes care of me, he looks out for me and seems to want the best for me, I feel like I can tell him anything and I have no problem talking to him for hours on end, I like the way he looks at me, he treats me like I'm worth something, I'm a lot happier when I'm around him...there's just something different about this one. And I want it to work out so bad...I'd give just about anything. Goodness gracious I'm a sap.

And I still need an internship. I wish my life would figure itself out...without my effort.

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