Who says you can only be plagued with love in February or days in December?
I say May is good for getting crazy kilig and starry-eyed and peachy and gay.
This narration won't do any good without visual back up so lemme just keep you hanging. Harrr. I'm so, so, inlababo, it's ridiculous. The thought of him makes me smile. He's so... sleek. And NOT IMAGINARY.
My bronchitis is not getting any better, coupled with fever and flu (that conveniently goes away when I most need it) and yet I feel like I can dance and sing in the rain and just die happy.
*hearts* is all i see. *hearts*
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