So I've fallen head over heals into the category I've always been trying to fight against being in. The one category that I look down on and try to get my friends out of. A smitten, love-obsessed teenager.
and I still had loads more I could have written down - I had to stop myself in case I plunged into being even more of the stereotypical love-stuck girl that I see everywhere and despise of.
I would've looked back at it in a year's time and thrown up at the ridiculousness of my word vomit.
But like any young girl who's never really been in love, I wonder whether this is actually what love feels like or not. Would I definitely know if it was? Or do I have to choose when a feeling towards someone becomes strong enough to be called love? Well in my position in particular, I have to admit, as much as I find myself thinking of him at random, unrelated points in the day and smiling, and having the time of the day that I see him being the time I look forward to the most, I know it's not love... yet. I just love his smile. I love how he's actually a bit of a geek - OK, a lot of a geek, but whilst still being totally and utterly gorgeous. And real. No gimmicks. No confident, pretty front-man just to cover-up an empty, boring, mainstream lad underneath that's just like all the rest. Yeah, he's not perfect, but who is?
But I'll try as i might not to be just like all those typical teenage girls who are 'in love' with one guy one minute, the next their crying that he's been a prick, and the one after that, they've completely forgotten about him and are all smitten with their next lad-in-line. Yeah, I'm definitely not going to turn out like that - this is definitely not where this is going. But then again I don't know where it is going. Only time will tell, as they say...
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