Young lady...

I'm such a blabber-er. I go on and on with no end in sight. I want to invent a machine that smacks me in the back the head when I'm doing that. I'm so twirly, unbelievable in love right now, and I can't seem to shut the fuck up when I get started about it. It's funny. I want to tell Mike how much he's come to mean to me and I get all tongue-tied. I don't want to take him for granted and I don't want to hold back, but I don't want to overwhelm him either. I'm so insecure about that. I'm always thinking the next thing I do will fuck it up.