No, this is not my love diary. I will not be telling you about kisses given under the light of the moon, or of hands holding in a meadow. Those are nice and all, but have a tendency to induce a barf fest and irreversible nausea, especially to those sarcastically-inclined.
This is a repository of observations and analyses (read as gripes, whines and extreme prejudice) about the human attachment process.
Test subject: Me.
Data User: Maybe only me.
But maybe other girls out there ( I know they're out there) who are just as baffled and clueless as I was when the madness overtook me.
The madness of the most baffling mystery of all. Moving from a self-contained organism to that of a diversified co-existence.
Or yeah, if you have to be crude about it. Falling in love.
This is a repository of observations and analyses (read as gripes, whines and extreme prejudice) about the human attachment process.
Test subject: Me.
Data User: Maybe only me.
But maybe other girls out there ( I know they're out there) who are just as baffled and clueless as I was when the madness overtook me.
The madness of the most baffling mystery of all. Moving from a self-contained organism to that of a diversified co-existence.
Or yeah, if you have to be crude about it. Falling in love.
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