My Girly Guy

They say that opposites attract. I guess it’s true. I met this guy who gets on my nerves but at the same time, I’m happy whenever I see him. Ironic, right? He’s girly. Not the gayish-type but he moves femininely. If you know what I mean. He’s graceful and all, but whenever I see him, I don’t know but I get irritated and pissed. Even I don’t understand myself. Maybe because he’s all that I’m not. I’m boyish, according to them. I don’t care about what I look. I don’t even bother looking at myself in the mirror. But there came a time that slowly, I feel something weird was happening inside my body whenever he’s near or whenever I’m with him. My heart beats so fast and I can barely breathe. It’s like I’m having hyperventilation. I’m kinda nervous whenever he talks to me. What’s happening to me? Do I have a heart problem? I think not. I’ve checked my family health history and none of my relatives have heart problems. I went to the doctors and they said that I’m fine. I’ve searched the internet and type my symptoms. Oh my—this is OUTRAGEOUS! There is more than 50,000 answers and most of them are the same. Oh no. I can’t believe this. This can't be true! No—let me rephrase that. I DON’T WANT TO BELIEVE THIS! I don’t think I… I… . . . . . . . . . . . . . … I have fallen in love with this girly guy.