Smitten

Crazy. I'm so freakin' crazy, about this boy who lives a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence.
It started off as just a crush on a voice on the computer, and just some letters on a screen, and turned into something I can barely understand. A kindergarten crush, graduated to a 4th grade crush, which bloomed into my being utterly smitten with someone I'd never even laid eyes on. What a strange feeling.
Talking to this boy about everything, and nothing, all at the same time. Talking until 2, 3 and 4 in the morning, and not wanting to let go. So strange.
But the strangest thing of all was the way I found myself loving someone a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence who I'd never even been close enough to touch. I told myself a hundred times that I was completely insane for loving this boy who I did not know. Insane for loving words I heard over a phone, and ideas about someone who I didn't know. But I had to correct myself, since I did, in fact, know this boy. I knew everything I could know. But I didn't know this boy, and that over-powered the urge to shout from rooftops that I am crazy in love with this boy who is amazing and would tell me beautiful things and would stay on the phone with me for hours on end, wrapped up in my conversation, in my giggling, in my rambling. He was just totally wrapped up in me.
I don't remember the exact moment where my smitten-ness turned into love. I don't know when I started getting the urges to tell him the way I felt, even though I knew I shouldn't. And I didn't. I knew I had to wait. I knew I had to see him with my own two eyes and grab him with my own hands, and kiss him with my own lips in order to tell him that I felt that way about him. So I waited, patiently, for the time to come where I would board a plane, by myself, and fly all the way to this boy who was a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence.
And when I did, finally, get to see this boy with my own two eyes, my eyes sparkled. And when I did, finally, get to touch this boy with my own hands, my skin tingled. And when I did, finally, get to kiss this boy with my own lips, I felt it so deep inside of me, that any doubt that I'd had about the way I felt about this boy, evaporated, and I knew there was just no way I could be wrong.
Being next to him for the first time ever, made me tremble. Hugging him made me weak. Kissing him felt more amazing then anything I can ever remember. It was all so right.
And so, here I sit, crazy in love with a boy who's oh so far away, thinking about how badly I'd like to be hundred billion miles away from here, with him, in a different world, on another plane of existence, together.

Soon enough, I'm sure.