“boy crazy.” that is what they called me. and i knew it. i loved being it.
but i have slowly come to realize that i’m tired.
i’ve said it before…but i honestly am. i’m passing every face that i would have probably gone crazy for.
yet i turn my head and forget about it all. i have lost the ability to feel the nervous butterflies and have the blushing cheeks.
i’m done being patient and waiting.
if i don’t feel a spark that lets me know that my prince charming has come, i’ll probably let him go.
not knowing the damage that i have done to my never beginning love life.
(that’s right. it hasn’t even begun.)