and how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?

I'm about to say something I've said many times before.
Everyone I talk to says you’re trouble. But none of them have given me a good enough reason to believe it’s true. I’m getting that feeling. That feeling you get as the ride is rolling up, up, up. Anticipation. Excitement. But also fear. The ride is always too short. So you almost don’t want it to start. But of course you would die if it never did. I thought I knew what love was, but now it scares me entirely. I’ve been exposed so utterly ignorant.

Hey, Tori. :)

Is it possible to be that adorable?