Feeling: Hopeless. Excited. Scared shitless.
Listening to: "Falling Into You"
Reading/Watching: Jean Racine- "Phaedra"

Oh, God.

Dammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammitdammit

Power goes out, nothing to do but sit in the dark and talk. And talk. For an hour.

With The Boy. The boy who didn't exist to me a week ago. The boy who made eye contact and smiled, and for the first time in my life, I felt that punch to the stomach.

I am SO royally screwed.

::floating hearts::

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