"I am the cancer removed from you."

i was just thinking to myself a coupla minutes ago, that i can't wait to fall in love. with just about anyone, i just want it now. he doesn't even have to love me back. i want to feel that rush of blood to my cheeks and temples whenever i see his face, that subtle hint of a smile on his lips, the curl of his eyelashes. this is assuming that he has curly eyelashes.

apart from the impending word vomit i'm about to induce regarding rainbows and butterflies and puffy cloud-things, i really want to experience the mechanics of it. mechanics being the kind of things people in grey's anatomy's latest shitty season are always going on about. the giver, the receiver, the coward, the dreamer, and of course, the one who gives too much blow.

for more of rainbows and butterflies and puffy cloud-things, read just about any other attached person's blog, it's either filled with smug one-liners like, "i am your cancer" or entries which just sparkle with wit and originality like, "i am so hurt by you. why do you have to be like this, i thought we made promises by the salty kisses we had by the sea."

huh.