I can’t help it. I just can’t. I fall in love with that situationship or I fantasize about a certain friend. A week later and I’m sure I was never truly in love, but in the moment, it feels so real and good. Maybe I just love to fall in love. It’s addictive: that sweet feeling of flutters in my stomach and the irresistible need to smile at the thought of a special person.
Then the drop hits. I’ll sit and wonder if I ever loved them at all. It’s just so easy to get caught up in the moment that I don’t even realize it’s a moment. At night I’ll think about whether these snapshots of my life are affections or afflictions of the heart. Do I love him or am I just lonely? Do I love him or is he just a convenient stranger? Do I love him — or should I just get some sleep?
Emmaline is working on her BA and ambitions to become an English teacher. They always say, those who cannot do, teach. She spends her free time buying, reading, and hoarding books with the hope that one day she will have no furniture and instead only have piles of books.
