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Being In Love

They say being in love makes you go crazy. How crazy?

Well, you wouldn't mind being stuck in traffic as long as you're on your way to her place -- unlike how you'd be very angry being late for a business meeting. You know the end result would be that if you were late the person you'd be meeting with will be angry or at least disappointed: the difference between going to someone you love and going to a business meeting is that you wouldn't mind the person you love when they actually scream at you for being late 'cause you know you'll do everything to make it up to that person; in business you'd have give a very bad impression which you may not profit from.

You wouldn't mind going to her work place and get kantiawed at because all of it really doesn't matter. Just as long as you'd be with her, you'd pretty much want to do it anyway.

It doesn't matter that you'll spend a hundred bucks (plus plus) just to get to her place, and another hundred bucks (plus plus) to get back to yours.

You wouldn't mind watching her take a nap for an hour while you're in the living room watching TV.

No matter how sane we can be with any aspect of our lives (finances, work, spiritually, emotionally, musically), when it comes to love we all go crazy.

Or... It might just be me. Watcha think?

CHill!

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  1. I think, you're a lucky guy and wish you (and your hopes) all the best!

    It's a wondrous thing you're talking about; both unique and common. :)

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