Deep Thoughts

This what I come up with when I have time on my hands, and am talking to a girl that is romantically inserted in me.

     -I love the fealings that love makes you go through. The tention in your stoumch, the redness in your face, the shortness of breath, and love. I even love the dispair of the whole thing. It's so pointless, not necessary, but totally necessary.

What do you think?