Infatuation. It's like an adrenaline rush, coupled with the hormonal imbalance of a 15-year-old. Endorphins endorphins endorphins Not quite euphoria, but close.
We're like giggling girls up a tree house, telling secrets, our secrets, sharing stories, making them ours. We daydream, and dream in the day. We'll see what happens next...
'We'll see...'
Look where that phrase got me.
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