I love a crush as much as I hate a crush.
Half of me likes the game and the figuring everything out. How excited you get about witty banter, and disguised text. The other half of me is like oh ALRIGHT already!
Then a realized the part of me excited to move forward is the part of me that lies in my skirt.
I'm really trying to think with my heart and not with my head or my loins but dammit- those two are aggressive little personalities and my poor heart sits in the corner like a kid who just ate paste.
I guess we're all just little works in progress huh?
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