A new thing that can prove to me that there IS such thing as,

different. I guess in some way.
Well, honestly, since I was high and I don't exactly remember much about what happened,
You're now less on my mind.
Sorry to say that.
We should have stayed sober.
We should not have stayed in a room together.
Even though we didn't...
Wanting you physically now just somewhat overpowers me wanting you mentally.
But right now, I'll update on what's been up for the past week:
I was so sprung over this 'him'. The sweetest thing.
Where has he been all my life.
And fuck my life, why did I say yes to weed.
Although I did remember that one kiss. You know, the one that got my heart to burn up and me to get lightheaded..
I wouldn't have remembered it if you didn't mention it.

I honestly don't want that.
I don't want you to be just any of my past guys and I also don't want to be just any girl.
I genuinely like you and am very into you.
That is the reason why I want to move slow.
I don't want to fuck.
I want something with passion in it.
I have so much pride in myself that I can actually somewhat control myself when I'm around you.
A bit.
But its been awhile since I've encountered a wild thing like you. Wild, but sweet.
Passionate, filled with want and need and desire. A lot of fire but also a lot of cooling down that was needed.
I'm sprung.

Someone slap me. Tell me its okay for me to be happy for once.
Tell my its okay to fall.
Because I do not want to hold my guard up for him.
For he did not make the mistakes that the past has made.

Lucky guy, caught me when I'm down to fall for a nice guy. When I'm down to commit. When I'm down to you know, just wear my heart on my sleeve.

Infatuation has taken over my system.
Call me crazy.