That Old Devil called Love has snagged my heart again...

Once again, I stay up late into the night to talk on the phone ( why don't people in love ever talk in the day?)

Once again, I will have to toss and turn in bed, thinking of her for two hours before sleep overwhelms me.

Once again, all the quiet moments in the day will be filled with thoughts of her and her beautiful eyes...

Once again, socks will be mismatched, books misplaced and instructions misheard...simply because my heart is not with me for most of the day.

Once again, the florist and I will rekindle our years-long friendship...and she will find me more than willing to part with my money for the additional rose buds and sunflowers...

Once again, my parents will nag about priorities, responsibilities and accountability...all their little lectures would not make any sense to this little puppy in love.

Once again, I am made aware of my little inadequecies and insecurities...and once again I will vow to change them.

Once again, I will feel fear, anxiety and distress...as well as hope, peace and anticipation.

Once again, my looks become more important to myself.and that means using icky contact lenses...

Once again, all my friends will be bored to tears with tales of how I spent the weekend with her...and they will all pray that I get bored of her company soon.

Once again, I will vow never to be bored of her company, knowing that the vow would be empty and shallow.

Once again, I will wait for hours just so that she is free enough for me to wish her good night.

Once again, I will have to choose a place to eat and something to do...going with the herd is no longer the comfy option...

Once again, people around me will urge me to reconsider...

Once again, I will ask them to bugger off...while something deep inside me urges me to slow down and listen ( I think the little voice is common sense.)

Once again, I will have to think and think and think...

But you know what? I think all of this is worth it at the end of the day.