"If you have to be a part of me, I'd rather you were my appendix. At least then I could survive without you"- MeSome people have this way of getting under your skin, and staying there. The littlest things about them, to do with them, will make you smile. You do stupid things, going completely against your true nature. You'll even contemplate taking a trip to a different state, one you don't even like, just to see them. You stay up nights, waiting for their calls. Every time something momentous happens, you'll want them to be the first to know. You curse them for not knowing how you feel, but are glad you can always count on them. Everything they do is just right. You compare people to them, and somehow they become the standard of all that's best in a person. You want to run on the beach, skip instead of walking, shout just because you can, and day dream about them while floating on your back in the river. You'll file away little anecdotes, just so that you're the one to make them laugh. You'll grin goofily for the next 24 hours when they say something nice to you. You act like an affection deprived puppy, all because of that one person. Who isn't even trying to make you feel this way. Who is probably not feeling the same way. Does that stop you from being like that? No, but you know you'd rather be foolish than not know this crazy, all consuming, inconvenient, irrevocable feeling.
As a wise and wonderful writer once told me, "Some loves are like that."
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