it'll be our third date.
And, this time, i'm scared as hell.
But, wait a minute.
Why am i having this stupid reaction?
Now i see.
Hitherto, that sheer look, that used to make me melt down - beneath my normal level of consciousness -, now just limits itself, by being flung away, like some sweet wrapper littering on the floor.
Nowadays, that just do not make me feel anything special. Only fear. Fear of getting some new heart injury.
Well. I know why. Because i get used by being only with me. Myself. Just me and no one else. No worries, no excuses, no disappointments. For a long, long time.
But,
tomorrow.
I'll be in nowhere else, but there. With you.
And
I will
(repeat until exaustion)
Avoid rational thoughts.
Avoid rational thoughts.
Avoid rational thoughts.
Avoid rational thoughts.
Avoid rational thoughts.
Avoid rational thoughts.
Avoid rational thoughts.
Avoid rational thoughts.
Avoid rational thoughts.
Avoid rational thoughts.
Avoid rational thoughts.
Avoid rational thoughts.
(damn, being extremely rational really sucks!)