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Ok so I'm not sure if this is me or not, but it is written in 1st person...so at 1:05 am I had the sudden urge to write. Don't laugh or roll your eyes now...but this is how I think I would feel in love sweatdrop
I couldn't resist the temptation to use some older words (alas, avail, tis...) It's written about a guy with the personality that I think I could fall in love with. Well here goes nothing...

Nothing seems to calm my mind, or rid me of thoughts of him. Only it seems that reading or witing stills it for a moment. I am sick not of him, but of the annoyence that I get when I try to work or steady my mind, with no avail. There is no cure for my uneasiness and troubled thoughts. My wandering obsession seems to waver between love and infatuation. I am not ready to confess my self in love, nor get rid of the giddy sensation I get in infatuation. Thus I posess a troubled spirit that is regretably unable to choose either or. How I wish to have peace once more! But alas, it may be quite some time before my heart and soul are satified and well fed. I must have become nocturnal for my mind seems quickest and most drenched in feeling and thought during the night. Tis quite a hassle when ones body breaks it's habbits...for I have become very grouchy and unpleasent in the morning hours now. And to think that all of this torturous behaviour is because of a boy. Ha! It's all quite funny when you think of what a state he has brought me to. Though I only see him on rare occasion, something has developed. I've noticed how a like and different we are. His sarcasm and often murderous sense of humor make me giggle like a small ignorent child. Oh the shame! My witty mind and smarts waver in several directions when he speaks with such agility. He fills my mind with riddles and confusing aspects, but I suppose I've learned to work around them. He seems to enjoy seeing me in a state of confusion. I must admit it is rather fun, for I'm am not usually confused unless I am with him. Oh how it pains me to end a conversation with him, or to see him leave me. Though it's only pain, it's almost unbearable. I long to be with him, to speak to him, anything. I'm not sure of the proper guidlines or properties of love...but I think that I have fallen into it's beautiful trap.

I hope it wasn't to gushy for you!
Peace out
heart Thyandria