love is overtaking me, part 2

first, i want to make a t-shirt that says this.

LOVE IS OVERTAKING ME.

second, love is actually overtaking me. it feels like a soft internal cloud of dewy-eyed-ness that distracts me from work, life, basically anything productive. monday night crush #2 sent me this text:

Okayyyy. Sleep tight love. Manana banana. XO. R

when was the last time someone called me “love”? has anyone ever? i mean, old boyfriends from a 1000 years ago were sweet with me, but that was a 1000 years ago. (LITERALLY? i was born in 974 AD?)

and then today he sends me this text, responding to my question about buying whiskey online:

Probs not online dear. We will hook u up tho.

for normal people, this is just a normal text. normal people would be like, “cool.” normal people might even be like, “why does he use the text shorthand for you?” but this unnormal person is completely destroyed by the word “dear.” by someone being so sweet with me in the most casual way.