Why I Fell in Love

I don't know why I fell in !ove with that beautiful excuse of a man. Maybe it was his hardwood floors that were flat like this___________________. Maybe it was his glorious :) and the way his front teeth (which looked like this [][], but just a little bit smaller and less rabbit-y) smelled when he leaned into my ear and whispered a secret that had a "la de da, my whisper has a perfect pitch--vote for me" type of melody. My best friend thinks that I just adored his + necklace because he was religious and knew the Lord's Prayer. He also made the peace sign a lot and the way his fingers trembled when he made that sign--maybe just picture this V shaking a little, if you would--seemed to say a lot about him, and the world. I try to tell myself that I just followed the * that was somewhere in the skies of my little fist of a heart. But then again, I suppose I fell in !ove with him because he turned the first letter of that word into an exclamation point, and made my life EXCITING, AS IF MY ENTIRE WORLD WAS ON CAPS LOCK!