I... uh...
... I'm not quite sure what I'm meant to write really... other than... I don't think I've ever fallen over myself in front of anyone in my entire life that much.
I want to know why I couldn't articulate. Why I couldn't take my eyes off him. Why I can't stop thinking about two very chaste kisses that seemed like so much more than what they appeared. Maybe I'm reading too much into my own alcohol-hazed recollection of the evening. However I can't help but note my heartrate rises at the thought of seeing him again. And that... I really can't stop thinking about it... nor am I particularly inclined to stop thinking about it...
... I think I like him ... I think I like you.
I want to know why I couldn't articulate. Why I couldn't take my eyes off him. Why I can't stop thinking about two very chaste kisses that seemed like so much more than what they appeared. Maybe I'm reading too much into my own alcohol-hazed recollection of the evening. However I can't help but note my heartrate rises at the thought of seeing him again. And that... I really can't stop thinking about it... nor am I particularly inclined to stop thinking about it...
... I think I like him ... I think I like you.