You know you’re in love when:
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You call her cell phone late at night when it’s off, just so she can hear you in the morning.
The relationship ends, and you cry, no matter which side of it ending you were on.
You ride in the car alone, and pretend they’re beside you.
*You secretly stop by the doctor’s office and get a prescription for Claratin, because you’re willing to brave an allergic reaction to her cats.[/ul]
[sub]*I’ve done this one[/sub]
Woo hoo! My first “two-pager.” Thanks to all for your replies.
<does the snoopy dance>
True story.
I’m A Brit. Went to LA to do some TV work. Met stunning beautiful woman. Unfathomably, and with no idea what on earth she saw in me, a relationship developed. I had to come home, couldn’t get back to LA for 2 months. How to woo the lady from 4500 miles away?
Got up each morning. Wrote her a sonnet. Faxed it over so it would be there when she woke up.
Every day (more or less) for about 60 days.
I think that counts as love.
I’d really like it if I met someone else who made me feel that way.
You know you’re in love when…
…every song on the radio makes sense.
…you have five pictures of her in your office, three of which you take home every night because you can’t stand not having them with you.
…she throws up and you stand next to her, rubbing her back and getting her water - and it really just doesn’t gross you out in the slightest.
…you get claritin to brave your allergy to her cats (Kickass, someone else has done that!)
…each minute away from her feels like the length of time it took for the grand canyon to form.
…you wouldn’t change a thing about her.
Tibs.
. . .When you friends think you’re insane because every other sentence you say has his/her name in it.