Well you’ve certainly managed to…
…put me under a spell.
I have never had anyone take the thoughts from me the way you do. How can I open my mouth and have nothing but a longing sigh escape ? Where are the words that I hid behind so timidly in the past ? What will protect me now ?
I am scared to be vulnerable and yet I tackle my way into situations that leave me so. Why then, do I barely know you ? And if I barely know you, how then, do you have me wrapped around your finger ? And more importantly, what is this weight that you have seemed to place on my chest ?
Is it my heart ? I don’t believe it was there before, and it’s emergence has left me stunned—the way you leave me stunned. There’s that terrible flutter you put in my stomach, the same flutter that you put in my eyelashes ! I don’t recall ever telling them to bat themselves at you the way they seem to do. I demand them to stop !
And I will stubbornly demand that you stop doing whatever it is you are unconsciously doing to provoke me to behave and react in such a manner !
I will have you know that I was once a confident, upstanding girl, who would refuse to fall to the feet of any man. And I will be that now. I will not fall to your feet.
