Around 7:30 this morning, the phone rang, which made me smile and become giddy because I knew who was on the other end. Baboo. No one has ever made me feel so at ease and comfortable when in conversation, yet also keep me completely attracted and yearning for more.
How I feel about Baboo is so extraordinary because I have never felt like this for anyone. Ever. It is so strange and delightful at the same time. I find him to be delicious, enchanting, engaging, thrilling, amusing, captivating, alluring, charming, refreshing, fascinating, satisfying, sexy, euphoric, tantalizing, and electrifying.
Even with all of those words, each describing the many ways in which I see him, I still cannot find the words to relate what I feel for Baboo. Only one word comes to mind, but I don’t want to use it. To say that one word is so easy, in fact it is the only word that popped into my head as I was thinking about how I feel about him earlier today. That word means so much, and I don’t want to say it, then regret my usage of it (later on).
To think of him is to feel like air has taken over my body and has me floating high above those objects which suffer from gravity. I was feeling like that this morning. The only thing that brought me down was hanging up the telephone.
“I don’t want to hang up,” I told him.
“I know you don’t, but I have to watch out for you,” he replied.
“Watch out for me how?”
“I have to make sure that you meet you potential and become an educated young woman with a bright future. That means that you have to hang up the phone and leave for school.”
I don’t remember if I told him so, but hearing that he is trying to watch out for me made my being inflate with more air. His little remarks, especially the ones which show that he cares (and most every remark is of that nature), just makes me feel so...warm.
There is only one conclusion to be had here: I have completely fallen for him.
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