Oi Vey

Sometimes when you kiss me I have to concentrate on one specific sensation for fear of getting completely lost. Sometimes, or most of the time, I don't even know what to do with you. Sometimes when you ask me what I'm thinking I panic and make up something normal sounding. Sometimes, I worry that you'll come to your senses and realize I'm crazy and only barely clinging to the last vestiges of normality. Sometimes I worry that I overwhelm you. Sometimes I overwhelm myself. Sometimes, when I think about you, randomly at work or running errands I smile for no reason, and most of me is elated, but part of me is a little disgusted that I'm smiling for no reason. Sometimes, when you're talking, I stop listening to the words and just listen to the sound of your voice. Sometimes, you make me feel crazier than I ever did before, but most of the time I'm ok with it.