It's not going happen to me, I thought. Not then, and from now on never... What it feels like to be enthralled like my friends were - their nights kept vigil for the pages, triggered tears, ethereal ecstasy... It's all but a long time mystery.
The fluttering has finally found me.
Twilight. Indefensibily fanged. I feel... young again. Em, may I?
Just what I need most at the present, some serious distraction. =)