The fool
Dear Diary..
I was going to tell you about this new obsession of mine..
We are past the turbulent early moments, when you examine the balance sheet of opinions and prejudices and have begun to explore each other - that most intimate verbal art.
Lets see.. He has a sharp and attentive mind not given to easy answers… I can’t wait to hear his opinion. He has a great sense of humor, (Is that because he thinks I'm funny?) and is so cool, but so NOT stuck on himself.
Love is like drama, everything is at stake, everything can happen, the center shifts and things, which have come to decorate the margins of our lives, can be embraced. The psychological interior rearranged. So it is with me now.
I must learn a greater detachment. I am far too willing to give emotional credit to this guy I have only known for weeks.
Whatever graceful tension I have managed to achieve between innocence and experience fades in the clinch and like a medieval magician, trying to capture the immense sea with a single spell, I long to steal a kind of happiness I know I'm not even slightly ready for.
I suppose I'm just a fool for love! =]
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A song for this:
Fools Rush in by Bow Wow Wow
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an early, high school diary entry 2017ish
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