Preelings

Preelings are what I like to call the stage where they aren’t “nothing” but they aren’t “something”

It’s like your last port of call before the ship docks up at feelingstone in the country of lovesuania. And you’re at the point where you need to either get off the ship and be a tourist in the preelings zone, go ahead and carry on to feelingstone or get that captain to turn the FECK around and go back singlesville.

So now I’ve explained that here’s my pickle, I’ve got PREELINGS for –

Wait for it –

A GUY I HAVENT EVEN MET YET????

Erm I talk to him not even that frequently but every time I get a text from him I smile and giggle like a typical schoolgirl from the O.C or One Tree Hill. 

HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE????

EWWWWWWWWWWW

YUKKKKKKK

I don’t react like that to other guys I’m talking to some of which I’ve ACTUALLY met.

Meesa veeeeeeery bothered to have preelings again Ani

😩😩😩😩

That’s all for now.

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