Big Love.

I like you so much my stomach hurts thinking about you.

I can't honestly say that I'm really listening when you're talking- there's something about your eyes that makes it impossible for me to look away and I sit there, absorbed while you talk about this or that, things I'm actually really interested in and if it was anyone else but you, this wouldn't happen.

But it's you, and it's me. And I don't know how you feel about me, because I often say ridiculous things and then you laugh and look at me out of your crinkled up eyes. But I want you to know that I am an intelligent person, and I will not stand for any of this heart aflutter, head over heels bullshit crap.