EstrangedI know that you can see I've changed,
And if I ever seem estranged,
It didn't change how I feel about you,
It only changed my point of view.
Boys Have CootiesThe heart is a funny thing. When you least expect it, there's a shudder, a flutter. You tell it to quiet down, that it has chosen the wrong person, yet it carries on. It speaks to your stomach to get it on its side. You think it has quieted as it silently plots and plans, until you see that someone again. The cue could be anything: a text, a call, a voice, a touch, or even just the sight of them. Whatever it is, butterflies abound, and you know that your stomach, too, has betrayed you.
Suddenly, there's a frog in your throat, and that lump in your chest starts to shake. Warm fuzzies invade your heart, and no matter what you tell them, they just don't listen. Like a Furby, they keep on no matter what you try. They cry out for that person like a mouse who wants a cookie. When finally you give into their desires, just the sight of him makes them go haywire.
It doesn't take much before you come to realize that this is what Mom meant when she said "boys have cooties."