Crazy

I can't think straight right now. I am distracted. I need to focus on writing this research paper, but I can't stop thinking about earlier. Ballroom dancing club was fun. It was hiarious; there were only five guys at the beginning and about fifteen women. I love the partnerong in ballroom dancing. It allows you to be close to someone you wouldn't therwise know. But what really got me was during the "dance party" we had after tonight's lesson. It was fun staying around to learn the steps better. I am avoiding the true subject though. During this time, I got to dance with one of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen or met. I wish I knew her a little better. I love what I do know. She's ambitious, going for a double major. I love the intelligence. That combination is a beautiful thing that many lack. I love her gentle touch, her deep eyes, and her smile. I love her countenance. The air about her... man, I could get lost there forever and not mind it for a second. Maybe it's her heart I'm feeling, probably why I fell. But why do I fall for ones out of my reach? I can still feel that sweet, tender, fragile being dancing on my heart.

Tell me I'm not crazy.