You can’t stop thinking about him. Instead, you are consumed by thoughts of him. Like for no apparent reason, he just pops into your head and you wish he thinks of you as much as you think of him. Damn.
You think about what he’s doing at the very moment and even consider calling him that very instant for, again, evidently no reason at all.
But it gets worse. You listen to your last.fm library and you start browsing for the songs he made you listen on his mp3 player, or when you’re out with your friends and you see something in a shop window and think about how much he would like that particular item,or you read The Time Traveler’s Wife and you visualize him as Henry saying “Trust me. Just trust me” then Claire goes, “Why would I want to do that?” Then Henry (your man) goes “I dunno. Because I love you?” Aw!
I snap back into reality (press on alt + tab) (screen view shifted to the Features page of a project site).
1 comment:
Distraction pala eh!
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