She's got my "circadian rhythm" all fucked up! I can't sleep, and when I do sleep, my brain's flying through Utopia with her. I honestly have no clue what we are, or if we're even a "WE." And I don't know where we're going, or what we're going to do if we get there, but right now I don't care. I'm happy. Right now everything is mind-blowing. It's like I'm free falling past fear and I don't care if I hit the ground or land on the World's Largest Pile of Cotton Candy (which I'm sure exists somewhere).
HURT is a huge possibility. And I'm sure it might be my only possibility. But it's worth it, isn't it? Like junk food; sure it makes you gain a few pounds, but it tastes amazing, and who knows: you might just gain a decent ass out of the situation. Or like extreme sports; you might end up with a scar or two, but it's one hell of a story to tell. I think that makes sense. I don't know. I think that this girl is worth the hurt I'll feel later on. Because even when I'm at my lowest point, I'll still be able to remember what it was like for her to be "with me" for a little while. She's not even comparable to food or extreme sports, though. She's better than that. I know she won't agree with me (that she's worth it) but I know I'll have a hell of a story to tell.
