On Sunday, my day is filled with thoughts of Harry. It's weird how one person could affect me this much.
He's in a world-wide known band, you aren't....
His eyes were so green though....
My thoughts battle each other.
The paparazzi would be everywhere if you had a relationship with him!!!
His hair was so curly and messy yesterday...
What would the fans think???
I wonder what it would be like to kiss him....
The last thought shocks me. I just met him, yet I know him from the band, but still, I'm wondering what it would be like to kiss him?!?!
This wasn't me, I didn't have these thoughts.
These thoughts weren't normal.
I decide to shake them off and go jogging. Putting in my headphones, I go outside and start my jogging.
It was a beautiful, busy Sunday.
As I rounded the corners and went up and down hills, the thoughts about Harry came back.
I tried to shake them outta my head, but that didn't work. I tried focusing on the song, but that didn't work. Finally, I tried to just think of something totally different, but that didn't work!
I ended up turning around and heading back to my apartment. I couldn't think, I couldn't focus, I couldn't control my thoughts.
I opened the door and slammed it, aggravated.
Deciding to just relax, I tried taking a bath.
I was soaking and reading a book. It was a very good book, until the character started to remind me of, you guessed it, Harry.
I closed it, got out and put on some PJ's.
Heading to my bedroom, I put a movie in and that still didn't help.
"Why?" I groan. "Why am I thinking like this?!?!"
I just give up and go to sleep. Maybe Monday would be better....