Still can’t stop biting my lower lip

The hopeless romantic in me is rearing its head now, constantly begging me for letting him out to play.

As a result, please refrain from being too surprise if you happen to see me snapping fingers while seemingly humming a tune with some form of body-languages thrown in at the same time. I am not really myself now, and therefore you should put the blame on my wild vivid imagination for these mishaps of mine that occurred or about to take place real soon.

Help!!! I might melt from the warmth, the finger-crossing, and the light-headiness induced by an all-too-eager anticipation any minute now!

Awwwwww……. Me and my silly soft spot. :) :) :)