It's about him again... [imported from Myspace]

I'm actually happy for once. And in love. This can't be real. I must be letting my imagination run wild again.
He makes me feel so good. I don't want to hurt him. I never want to hurt anyone. It just happens. This time is different, I can feel it.
People who know me know that I hate talking on the phone, having an actual conversation. I don't recall a single person who I've ever talked to on the phone for as long as I talk to him.
Maybe my ex bff, but I doubt it.
I wish I could capture a little bit of this feeling in an oxygen tank and inhale it when I need a boost.
Love - my anti-drug.

He's told me twice that he's written me a song. Two songs about me. Ohmygosh. I think it's my turn to write one for him.
I'd write it here but I really think that it's "nun-yo-biz" right now. :]] <3<3