Face to Face.

So...There be this ungettable girl?

Hello there,

Chris again.

One finds it easy to 'spill One's guts' to those whom One believes are only digital yes?

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Well, that just means that I find it alot easyer to write this all down, I mean after all I'm only telling 'what ever' to this little box area in which I write my story. If I was speaking face to face with someone, would I say what I want/have to say the way I want to say? I'm quite sure that is normal? I kindly request the opinion of others out there that may be reading my Blog.

Now, back on topic.

The ungettable girl.

Once upon a time, in a land not to far away, I met a girl. She doesn't know that I like her. Such is life.

You know that feeling...the one where your insides go all funny, as if you have swallowed a caterpiller and it's grown into a butterfly, and the butterfly is trying to escape. Nerves. Your heart beats a little...or alot...faster. You stammer for words "Hi... um, what have you been... um sorry, er... I mean... how... are you?". Your breathing becomes fast, and you attempt to slow it down to act 'natural', 'smooth' or even 'cool'. Your face feels hot, so you become self concious and hope, just hope, that who ever has made you feel like that... has not noticed the infamous 'red face of desire'.

Yeh, I got that. Whenever I think of her.

Such is life.

Signing out.

-Chris

P.S

Ha, that feeling... greatest in the world. And yet at the same time... the worst?