bello monstruo

he hasn't quit. my beautiful monster...he's been CALLING me. like, ON THE PHONE??? i'm so not used to that. the professor is just tease and text and leave...this boy is like prod and poem and prize!!
i know this is a phase. a passing phase. but i'm going to RIDE it out. it's insane how quickly i fall in love.
but i haven't felt like THIS in so LONG! it's not even true love...it's true, blissful infatuation. he messages me all day, constantly...naughty things, sweet things, poetic things.
i do call him a monster though. i know he is. he is like this reflection of me...italian, don't give a fuck, dreadie at heart, passionate, bisexual, dark and humorous beautiful creature.
my head and my heart move oh so fast. by the time this boy breaks my heart my ex will only just be starting to get over me. i can't help it.
i hate this condition. i love it, i live it, i crave it, i missed it...but now that i'm here i remember why it's so disdainful. all this passion and love..unrequited.
so many snippets, so many close calls...i'm going to go pray.

i am.