23 August 2012
I'm blushing like an idiot.
You wouldn't tell but it's there.
A smile on my face and a spring in my step.
Work doesn't phase me,
I'm happy to answer queries.
This is the high of 'the boy'.
Like a hit of ecstasy, I'm smiley and happy. I feel no despair and my feet don't touch the ground.
But the down will come, the high will dissipate. I'll be left alone and cold, shivering as I realise how pitiful I am. I'll wake up and accept that I'm still waiting for his choice. His love.
For now I'm high, I'm happy, I'm ready. 5 weeks till I see him. 5 weeks, 9 days till its over. But that's another day to worry about it.
High • Opuss № I