Ahhhhh the ever-coveted *love* fog. You know the one. You’ve been in it before. Where you can subsist on love and water, alone.
You can’t think straight, see straight, but you’re as happy as can be…
“Vivre d’amour et d’eau fraîche…” (it’s a popular french expression, and my mom used to say this to me, whenever I’d have a new crush as a teen). And yes… *sigh* Boy-crazy me had lots of ’em.
My latest famous actor crush? I’d re-watch his movie a million times – in a row – and not eat for days. My latest rock star crush? I’d listen to his voice (yah, it seems it was always the singer for me), and not eat for days. My latest “real-boy” crush? Yeah… you get the picture.