I am so in love, its not even funny any more.
Romance has replaced everything that stood before .
Books line the side of my bed, telling me sickly romantic tales.
Each one I devour and absorb with the biggest grin on my face.

He stays in my head,
Constantly.
Like an obsession I can't seem to shake.
This obsession exhausts me.
Replaces my priorities leaving him my main.

People around me stare,
They know that I am sick.
To me it's a sickness that I will bare, forever..no til eternity.

I think of him as I read these love stories,
He is my Edward Cullen, protector of my soul.
And as I read the pages of these love sick stories,
I wonder ,could I possibly endure life without his croaked smiles and laughing fits?

I always was a believer in true love,
Maybe because I read fairy-tales as I grew up.
Imagining my true love,
Arriving one day and claiming me as the one.
His face was always a blur.
An indication that you never really know who your true love is or was,
Until that day that he or she shows up,

They change your life.
Flip your world upside down,
And leave you, just like me..so sickly in love.
That it's not even funny any more.