I can’t stop talking. I can’t stop talking to you. I can’t stop wanting to talk to you. It is nothing important. It is nothing urgent. It is nothing romantic in the conventional sense. I don’t know how else to express myself. I don’t know how to touch. I don’t know how to make it any clearer.  It is only in my head. It is only in my heart. It is only in my guts. You inspire me to talk, to keep talking, my head keeps turning, with ever more witty banters. It feels so clear to me, that I am wearing my heart on my lips, buried in my words.  I just don’t know how, how to let you know, how to let you see, how to make you understand, because my heart is about to jump out of my lips, so I keep talking, afraid that if I stopped, I will just turn into a puddle.  I have been restraining myself from talking to you too much, from wanting to talk to you too much, because I feel vulnerable, and I know I have the tendency to be impulsive; I am impulsive. I am like a teenager boy; I identify with Bart Simpsons.  The goofier I am toward you/around you, the more it implies my heart has a soft spot for you, because you are allowing me to be at my best, the most humorous and witty side of me reveals herself and comes out to play.  But I don’t know if people understand, I don’t know if you understand, because I am being very indirect, I am hiding behind my words. But my words are my hearts!  I am screaming my heart out to the ether….

Sigh. If I can just stop being silly.