2 U, With Luv

Its hardly been 2 weeks and you have accomplished wonders! Like the word 'crush' in its actual sense, you've completely defeated my defense system, baffled my senses and squeezed out every ounce of cynicism I have ever held for your type.

Naked, yet strangely confident, you've uncovered a completely different side of me I never knew I had. Cooking, cleaning and carefully laid presentation have never really been a priority on my life's list of achievements. Nevertheless, I find myself, slowly but surely, assuming the role of the largely desired yet strangely foreign role of the 'perfect housewife' when I am with you.

Looking forward to the days I'll see you has become a favourite past time of mine. What will I wear? My hair? Nails? Am i funny enough? Perhaps I should update my attitude towards guys like you? All this and more race through my mind as I patiently wait and quietly long for another day when I'll see you.
Its come to my attention that the behaviours that would normally be alien to my nature are leisurely becoming customary to the 'new' me. And while I am neither complaining nor am I completely ready to fully acknowledge these alarmingly new transformations, I have come to an understanding with myself that after you, nothing will ever really be the same again.

And so I have arrived to the conclusion that you have definitely outdone yourself as the character of my newest affections. I have the immense feeling that this disturbingly fresh yet finicky sensation isn't going to disappear anytime soon.
Subsequently, rather than fight what I am feeling, I find it in my best interest to consider, embrace and follow Tamia's advice from her song Who Do You Tell when I say:-

Je vais craquer pour toi, est je ne sais pas quoi faire...comme tu veux avec moi.

I only ask that you be merciful with me, and pray to God that everything works out.