It's Been Eight Years...
The last time this happened to me, I was 13. His name was Joel, and I was in school with him. He was an actor, or at least he'd end up becoming one. A damn good one, too. I remember not being able to think, speak, or function when he was close by. Oh, the wonderful adolescence of it all.
Now, I get thrown back there unexpectedly. Perhaps by lack of sleep, perhaps by extreme attractiveness... honestly, I'm not sure. All I know is that half of my brain feels like I'm back in the past, when nothing made sense up there and I didn't understand how to deal with anything in my life.
Infatuation. It's frustrating, nerve-wracking, and a little bit frightening. But after not having it happen for such a long time, I realize: It's also kind of fun.
*explodes*