so there's this guy....

It's amazing how differently life looks when you like someone.

I'm convinced the blues are bluer.

I analyze every text message
Every conversation
Every movement.

Slowly but surely

driving myself crazy. 

Not gonna lie,
He made me like Jill Scott
more.
*cues Cross My Mind*

He wants to read my poetry. 

Should I write him a poem?

With every interaction, I hope that I didn't mess it up. Who I be?!?!
As frustrating as liking a guy can be [the place where questions and insecurities collide] I wouldn't change a thing.
I enjoy him.

I'm just gonna ride this thang on out....