I’m going nuts. It’s killing me. Am I going to pass out? What’s going to happen next? This is horrible! No, this is great! Wait, this is terrible! Wonderful, completely wonderful! Yes, I’ve just been diagnosed with the love sickness. I’ve been bit by the love bug. How ever you want to put it, you know how I’m feeling. It’s so sad, I’ve been sick for a long time. My heart is the one suffering the most. I’ve been hit with two types of the love bug, though. Half of me is telling me not to let my hopes get too high. The other half of me is telling me to let them soar up into the sky. What side do I take?
No! Don’t! He hasn’t even said a word to you for months. Is this really going to happen? Your way in over your head!
No, no! I mean yes, yes! He likes you! Everyone can see it, except you that is! Go for it! Come on, you can do it
I need to be cured, it’s a must. But what if I don’t want to be cured? What if happy endings do come true?
I’ve been struck! I’m going nuts! Somebody help me please! I’m love sick.