Seriously, the guy looks like a Greek god.
The spitting image of Zeus, himself.
I trip over words and feelings every time he’s around.
A fumbling mess of, “Hey, how are you?” and “I read your horoscope last night.”
A vibrant pulse of jitters and excitement, because every time I see him I think, “This is it, this is the day he notices me.”
But it isn’t.
I feel like a bubblegum fairy in a world with an abundance of light and dandelions…
Is that stupid?
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
Seriously, the guy looks like a Greek god.
The spitting image of Zeus, himself.
I trip over words and feelings every time he’s around.
A fumbling mess of, “Hey, how are you?” and “I read your horoscope last night.”
A vibrant pulse of jitters and excitement, because every time I see him I think, “This is it, this is the day he notices me.”
But it isn’t.
I feel like a bubblegum fairy in a world with an abundance of light and dandelions…
Is that stupid?
