No, I’m not talking about the excitement you might feel after logging onto my fave social media hangout du jour.
I’m talking about that silly little grin that might tug at the corners of your mouth.
The sighs you don’t even realize are coming out, even as you breathe them.
The way your heart skips a little bit, in a way not requiring an ECG.
How you might welcome the gasp of air as you see what you were waiting to see.
“But do you like him like him?”
“Yeah. I do. Which sucks. PS-are we 14?”
How you didn’t even know you were looking, and then the next second, you might be in it, and a little helpless, but a little okay with it.
Twitterpated.
The feeling of being taken up with another.
Being more than intrigued, but less than falling love.
“Which goes to show you he’s aware of this ‘thing’ that’s happening here”
“Maybe.”
“No no no. Not maybe. Definitely.”
“I’m thinking very little good can come from this.”
“Who’s to say?”
Arching eyebrows, holding breath, laughing out loud and thinking devious thoughts.
Twitterpated.
If you look around you, it’s everywhere. There’s a major outbreak – but I don’t think anyone much wants the antidote.
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