Did the strangest thing a few days ago. I woke up one cool morning, stretched reeeaal good, then hugged my other pillow and muttered HIS name. (Yeah, Forbidden guy's name.)
Shit.
I've spent talking to him way past midnight last night.
Mortification overcame me. Am I that into him??
So I spent the whole morning trying to figure out my insanity. We've known each other for nearly 2 years, have gone out only once and I'm still unsure about what I feel about the whole thing.
So I've come to a conclusion that I'm very crazy, stupidly, adorably in love with him as he is with me.
If mom finds out, she'll have a bitch fit and probably throw me out of the house.
Hurrah.