June 16, 2006
I spent today thinking about stupidly clichÃƒÆ'Ã‚Â©d things that make my heart skip when I think of you. Like when I catch your eye and neither of us wants to look away. Or when I lend you my sweater and you return it smelling like roses. Or when we end up buying something for each other when we're overseas. And I wonder if you thought of me when you were away. And wondering makes me smile to myself at the most inappropriate times. And writing about it turns my words into doggerel. They call it puppy love, but love nonetheless.