It makes absolutely no sense the way I fixate on a guy. He gets stuck in my head like footsteps on fresh clay. Words and images of the time spent together popping out unexpectedly and commanding my attention. I burst out smiling and then scold myself for being so silly, for being incapable of controlling myself.
You, little man hiding in my brain and disturbing my concentration, go play somewhere else. Leave me alone. I have other things to do. I need to study. I need my neurones free and alert, not all doughy and heart-shaped! You can come back around bed time to remind me that I’m foolishly happy for nothing at all, and softly talk me to sleep.