Status: I’m love stoned I could swear
Music: Lovestoned - Justin Timberlake | I Will Remember You - Ryan Cabrera

Have you ever felt something sooo INTENSE you feel like you are going to blow anytime? Well, that’s what I’m feeling right now. That’s what I’ve been feeling since I met this guy. I have never felt something like this before. This is the beginning of a potential obsession.

You know the Mr. Perfect I painted on my mind when I was still naive and then later on, I realised he couldn’t possibly exist? The type that would make me fly to Amsterdam and get married as soon as possible? That’s him.

When I first laid eyes on him, I was shocked because he looked so mighty familiar. I had dreamt about him since the very minute I turned bisexual. But then he was imaginary and unreal. And now, I met him. My Mr. Perfect. (Yeah, I know nobody’s perfect but I’m sure you get me.)

When I first saw him, I told myself, “This can’t be real. He can’t be real.” I created a picture of my Mr. Perfect in my head, and then I found someone who looks EXACTLY like him. “He can’t be real.” But he is.

Every time I see him, I freeze and melt on the spot. I feel like I would do anything just to have him. ANYTHING. And the funny part is, I think he notices his effect on me — sublime, excruciating and mortifying, all at the same time.

The sad part part is, I know that nothing I do can make that possible. Argh. I think he’s straight.

But sooner or later, I will get him. Someday, he will be mine. (Naks! Conviction!) In the meantime, I shall divert my attention to something more useful. Like beer. Or blogging. Or other guys.

“…And now I walk around without a care.
He’s got me hooked; It just ain’t fair, but I…
I’m love stoned and I could swear that he knows
Think that he knows, oh, oh
He knows, he knows…”

PS: Contrary to what you might be thinking right now, hindi ito libog. This is sooo beyond lust. He’s charming and smart. He’s my Mr. Perfect.

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