Breaking down and coming undone
it's a rollercoaster kind of rush
I never knew I could feel that much
That's the way I love you
Exhibit A: The number of text messages from you I've locked on my phone, because one of the sentences in them was something like, "I'm just glad I have you" or "Screw society and I miss you". He's said a whole bunch of really nice things like, "you looked gorgeous tonight" and "who wouldn't like you?" but I didn't save any of those on my phone.
Exhibit B: I spent every song in the dance last night trying to catch your eye and be around you. I felt awkward looking at him. (Not because he's weird looking or anything. And not because he can't dance either.)
Exhibit C: I find every excuse to touch you, and I notice every time you touch me. I get a little jittery in my stomach just thinking about it. He touched me a lot (sounds wrong. Wasn't.) and each time I just thought, "Oh. That's nice."
Exhibit D: I find myself hugging him so I can pretend it's you. I don't hug you because I'm afraid I won't let go.
Exhibit E: It seemed way more right for me to go in your car than in his.
Exhibit F: I keep thinking about wanting to be around you. I got a little apprehensive every time he asked me to hang out.
Exhibit G: He asked if I still wanted to go to Taco Bell sometime. I said, "Yeah maybe!" and thought "Can he come?"
Exhibit H: I have not once texted him first. With you, I always feel like I have to fight for a conversation, but I still do it.
Exhibit I: I find myself thinking of a hundred different possible scenarios for when I see you in the halls tomorrow.
Exhibit J: "L" and "M" are right next to each other in the alphabet. Also, last time I twisted off an apple stem, it landed on "M". I feel like they both should mean something (even if they don't).
Exhibit K: I pretend to be snuggled up to you every night.
Exhibit L: I've written an incredible amount of posts about you, and I like re-reading the very first one. (Remember how you were a self-proclaimed slut? Good times...)
Exhibit M: I'm always thinking of "Remember When"s that I just want to tell you all the time, and have to physically stop myself.
Exhibit N: I hear some of my favorite songs and wish that you'd listen to them and think of me.
Exhibit O: I'm always dying to hear more from you.
.......and so on.
The verdict has been reached, and that's the way I love you.
love always, laura elizabeth (also known as "wingnut").
p.s. I love you.