When I first realise I am in "love",

okay, not love, I'll say infatuation,

I would be giddy,

like my mind isn't there,

thinking clearly,

its like auto-pilot,

my mouth says what it wants,

my eyes would look at you-know-who,

my lips will curl up at the sight/sound of you-know-who.

So yes,

giddy.

And then when my brain

and logic finally kicks in,

after what seems like hours (usually 1 minute),

I would try to reason with myself,

but I'll still be too giddy to think straight,

plus, part of me wants to chase you-know-who.

Chillax,

I haven't gone ahead of myself before,

I'm waaaaaay to sensible,

kidding,

if I really was,

I probably wouldn't have fallen in lo-

oops, become infatuated with you-know-who,

and ta-da,

all my problems are gone,

and can walk in a straight line,

without banging my head into a lamp post because

I'm too deep in thought and imagination,

thinking 'bout you-know-who.

These two are written by the @peepshow writers. I thought you'd like them:

1. Isn’t it convenient that out of the approximately three billion adult women in the world, your one true love happens to live in the same block of flats as you, instead of in a village in Mozambique?

2. Oh God she is just so lovely and she doesn’t even realise it. Probably no one’s ever told her. I should tell her!! No, don’t tell her. If she realises, I’m finished.

i'd looked at you before

but it was the first time i really saw you

blood trickling down cheeks like tainted tears

body painted with fading flickers of sunlight

scar striped skin matching my own

bruises like eyeshadow circling bloodshot eyes

radiating strength from every ounce

you'd never looked more handsome

at first it's just a smile

but soon

that same smile

its not just a smile

they smile

and a warm feeling fills you up

like drinking a cup of hot cocoa or tea

on a snowy winter day

wrapped in a blanket near the fireplace

that nice

comfortable

warm.

like home.

or how their prescence at first was just that,

a prescence.

just a being taking up space

but now

being near them

its like feeling the sun on your skin after weeks of rain

it's all these feelings that fill you up when you're near them or they do something

how you feel your face warm when you talk to them

the slight nervousness

or maybe not slight at all

your sweaty palms

messing with your hair

all those things

and one day

while you're talking to them

or when you see them smile

you just know

you just know you're in love

it's just the little things

It may have been when you said you didn't like animals and I decided I would hate you. Deep down I knew that I wouldn't. I knew I love you, I just didn't think it in the front of my brain. As the months went by I knew that I loved you and that you loved me. I wanted to tell you, to hold your hand, to make you understand. But I knew I didn't have to. You knew. You loved me. Then the day came when all outside the world was dark and stormy. The clouds were crying and the sky was yelling. But you, you were holding my hand and whispering the words I had longed to hear: "I love you." The sun burst inside our hearts, and suddenly the world was the brightest and most wonderful it had ever been. We were in love.

When the smile on your face immediately brightens my day, I know I love you. When the thought of you leaving leaves me crying helpless for hours, I know I love you. When every passing moment without you reminds me of you, I know I love you. When you move my hair out of my face and my heart swells with that warm feeling, I know I love you. When the idea of being with anyone else sickens my stomach, I know I love you. When I respect your personal space enough to keep my thoughts wrapped inside my mind, I know I love you. When all I want to do is be there for you and help you see the light in life that I myself struggle to see, I know I love you. When I follow the wrong person down the wrong stairwell, and you hold me and tell me it's okay as a soak your shirt with my tears, I know I love you. And in those most tender moments, I know you love me.

I felt kinda crazy. Like, is this Love? Really? If it is, then I like it. This feeling of happiness, fullness, & LOVE. I want to be with you forever & I don't know why I feel like this but I hate the feeling I get when I see you or when I think about you but you soothe it when I'm with you. And I LOVE that I can call that LOVE.

You’d think that I’d stop falling

I mean, it’s really quite a hazard

but I can’t seem to stop tripping and falling

like I’m wearing clown shoes on two left feet

I think it’s gotten to the point

where I’m really just going cliff diving

and I must not have hit the water yet

because I think I’m only falling faster

This is the tallest cliff I’ve ever been on if that’s the case

so maybe I’m diving from Mount Everest

but I wonder when I’ll hit terminal velocity

or if I’ve just broken physics

Maybe I’m actually skydiving

from a really high-up plane

and I guess my parachute just doesn’t work

because it probably would’ve opened by now

I don’t think that I really mind

it’s actually pretty exhilarating

I feel like I’m flying

and my stomach is doing cool flips

even if the rest of me doesn’t have the talent

I think I must be in space

where there’s no oxygen or gravity

I mean, it makes the most sense

you’ve taken all my breath away

and I still haven’t stopped falling for you

Dear Cupid,

oh how your method is strange!

I am only a man; among many men;

whose heart beats likely so,

but then shudders by the embrace of a piercing arrow.

Was it by list or chance,

that I fell victim to your curse?

I could not see; nor hear;

lest any thought in mind.

Why have you had me wandering?

Like some mindless ghost;

what was it you wanted me to find?

Then it came; a mysterious moment.

When darkness lifted from my eyes!

That moment; love whispered;

your spell delivered.

How lucid a moment, I thought;

to show me, dear Cupid,

what you had in mind!

In the distance walked a figure.

I could not make its lines.

And the closer it came;

its shape formed a more slender frame.

How lovely.

Closer still; my flesh trembles;

how lovely, oh Cupid.

How masterfully assembled!

Still limping from your arrow;

I stopped, and looked, and feared

what I might see.

Her eyes,

how deadly.

Yet she stares back and her smile matches mine!

At first sight so they say; well,

I say those mischievous, albeit perfect arrows are forever at play.

Such a rare creature true love is;

wild; untamed; often times unkind.

Oh Cupid, how your method is strange!

I was so concious of when I realized I was in love with her. We were in a coffee shop just off campus, on our second date. We just talked. Talked for so long that both our coffee cups were empty. I had leaned back in my chair to properly watch her ramble about some weird guy she knew in high school. I wish I could remember what the fuck she was talking about becasue she was already halfway into the story when I realized I hadn't been listening. I'd spent the past few minutes just watching her smile when our eyes properly met, and breathing out tense laughter at her own jokes. At that moment I moved my ring.

In Irish culture women wear rings called Claddagh rings that signify whether or not their heart is open and available to the world., depending on which way the ring is facing. Outwards to mean "I am not in love" and inwards to mean "I am in love". I'd been wearing that silver Claddagh ring out and open to the world since I had gotten it in Dublin.

On that wednesday afternoon, in that stuffy little coffee shop she knew I liked, I took off my ring, and I flipped it around, and I put it back on my finger.

She didn't notice, how could she have noticed? How could anyone have noticed? Only I knew that something was different. Only I knew on that Wednesday, after a caramel macciato, and after hearing her endless chatter about everything she's ever loved, that I loved her. I made it silently offical that I loved her in that moment. And it felt like the world was completely new in that moment.