infatuated

I’m infatuated, I think…

Funny how attraction happens; I can still recall posting my love sucks blog entries and now here I am writing about attraction. I just love my life…

I really think am infatuated; or at least, I just think, am attracted. But hey, is there a difference?! I can’t get the person out of my head, most of the time I associate things to *o* and worst, I even think of *o* in the shower! Oh yah, *o* is my problem ass.

Anyway, do you think am really infatuated?! I think I am, I wish I am but the fact is it’s really hard falling for the wrong person at the wrong time. All this time I was begging for love, and now all of a sudden it came down pouring on me. But now here I am victim of the circumstances… how come affection so wonderful is usually felt towards people who are either taken or simply not for you. Life’s a hell of emotions and too many chances; too bad I seem always unlucky.

Well I can’t help it, I just can’t help staring at those beautiful brown eyes, that cute childish smile, and that damn hot figure. Hay, tsong, I’m just way to attracted, way too infatuated, way too in love. I can’t help but sigh. I hate my self for wanting the person so badly, I miss *o* every time I reminisce.

Early this afternoon I saw *o* waiting in line for enrolment, I stayed around for a while, took a stolen glimpse, actually it was a stare. We talked about some enrolment sighs we have, and then bid goodbyes. It was way too casual, but deep in me… I was melting. And now, I’m staring at *o* photos in my laptop; and again I can’t help admiring those cute, chinky, almond, innocent, beautiful, brown eyes! I just love everything about *o*…

But I do hope that this is just an infatuation…
Impulsive, childish, innocent and hopefully temporary.
I just hope…

Oh let me add, early this afternoon I made a promise to myself and asked a sign from God; I said, if ever we become classmates this semester. I’m ready to reveal…