LOVELY
SARCASTIC
SARCASTIC
I am being a little Hazardous for a Scruple but :
The enamored side of me (the romantic/tipsy/flirty/poetic/overall poofy pink feminine side) told me to come out with something like a parent to a child to 'dip in' the public high-chlorine-content swimming pool.
Do something.
The logical side of me (the panic button/silent/chilly/intimidating/overall unapproachable steel side) scrambled to its feet and stomped down the idea like fire on mat and kept my lips locked shut safely.
Do not dare.
The reflexive side of me (the jolting/conspicous/spontaneous/accidental/overall oops! side) clenched my fist as the thought swept in and booted out in a flash and I tipped to my left side out of unbalance to the normal equilibrium.
Do make a decision already!
The sensing side of me (the ouch!/the mmm/the yowzah!/the what?/overall abundance of surprise side) felt the brushful scrape of my shoulder on his.
Do I felt something there...
My eyes flitted to him.
He was staring back.
Enamor : Oh.
Logic : YOU ARE SO SCREWED!
Reflex : *quirks elbow*
Sense : *tingles*
Lips : Hi.
And I found the lost side of me.
