exit stomach ache, stage left. enter butterflies.

actually, the butterflies in my stomach are multiplying by the moment. why am i all a-twitter? hmm...wouldn't YOU like to know?

actually, i'm feeling rather nervous...but a good kind of nervous. i know that sometimes i can be rather close-lipped about myself on this blog. i speak in generalizations, theories, metaphors - always without revealing too many details. and, to be honest, i think that's normally a good thing. no need for ricki lake-type confessionals. but can i be real here? (of course i can...it's my blog!) i feel that this medium has only all too often fed into my need to hide. now, for those of you who know me, you might think that's rather absurd. i'm certainly someone who tends to speak her mind.... mind, YES. heart, NO...especially not when it involves people i care about in a way that makes me feel scared.

i'm dancing around the issue here.

it's love, ok? yes, yes...you probably guessed that. you, my dear reader, look like a smart person...or at least you masquerade well;). in all seriousness....even though i've been rather interested (interested? that sounds so scientific to me) in someone for over 2 years now, i've never really admitted this to a lot of people. but i don't really care what anyone thinks at this point.

i'm falling, and please don't try to help me up....i think i'm down for the count:)