This is hurting. My stomach is aching. We just met. We’ve hung out once. I barely know her.
But she’s killing me.
I went to bed thinking of her last night and woke up with her on my mind. I can’t shake it. I have refreshed every form of modern communication today hoping to hear from her. I haven’t felt this strongly for anyone in a while. I forgot about these feelings. Of longing. Of hope. Of simultaneous fear and dread and euphoria.
Don’t over think it, I tell myself.
Don’t overdo it, I murmur.
Let it develop, I advise.
Don’t push an agenda on anything, I urge.
Let it unfold on it’s own, I suggest.
Don’t give away how crazy she makes you feel, I shout.
Don’t allow even an opportunity for her to see how you hunger for her presence, I plead.
Don’t!
But my stomach, my gut, my heart/chest region still aches. Aches in a way I forgot it could.
I fall in love too easily.
Logan Square, 2011
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Like the post, very much. And the exposure is great.
Although, I hope to see a post sometime soon called, “Do!”