Time to Write

I want to love so much.  I can talk about it all the time.  It doesn't really matter to me who's willing (or even unwilling) to listen, because I'll go on for hours.  Talking about it doesn't make me feel much better though.  I need to feel it.

It's been a while since I've felt love.  It's been long enough that I get over-excited when the posibility arises.  I stay up late and wake up early.  I check for signs, and then re-check just to make sure I didn't miss something.  I become a stereotype of infatuation...and I know it.

So when I start to fall, I tend to crash.

I don't mean to...In fact at this point there haven't been many benefits at all.  I just can't help it.  I don't know how to be any different.  I can't stop myself.  and I don't even think I want to.

I love the excitement.  I love it when so many different things remind me of just one person.  Even though it hasn't worked out yet, I know it will, and that keeps my hopes alive.  It makes me want to keep talking, even when I'm not in the most positive of places.  Even though it can sometimes be blinding, love keeps my eyes open.

So am I ready to start the climb?  I'm not sure, but I am definately ready to get excited again.  I miss the good times too much to let the bad times get the best of me...