Okay... Now, uhm, well (how could I say this so that she wouldn't knock on my door and kill this person writing this comment, meaning me!), here goes. It is getting kinda scary with the "madly in love" stuff. (See? I knew I should have refrased this comment to sound not so hostile. Sorry. *takes a peak outside to see if anyone's there* No, good. I'll live for a little while longer.)
What I mean to say (I must have a deathwish saying things like this) is that I'd like to see you calming down about this subject, taking this falling-in-love a little bit easier. Why am I saying things like this, you ask? I sound like a jerk, don't I? My reasoning is all based around your poems: From the very bottom of sorrow into high above-the-clouds floating is quite an achievement but it got me worried about the tiny possibility of going the opposite direction. I wonder if such an fall can stop.
Did you got my point? If yes, good. If no (or confused, which is quite likely to happen with my reasoning or explaining), I just might be spared from the anger of a lady who's in love (such an anger, it ain't pretty, no it's not!)...
