Ferris Wheels.

She's not asian.
She loves the Beatles.
She's quiet.
She has a nice voice.
She's humble about her songwriting.
She loves Joni Mitchell.
She's independent.
She doesn't have her high school's.
She can play the unplugged intro Hotel California by ear.
She can pretty much play anything by ear.
She's older than me.
She know's who God is; (In her heart, I've yet to determine).

I can't think straight when she's around, and I keep saying things that are highly offensive. Yet I'm oddly comfortably with my trip ups.

Heaven-sent or Hell-bound? Why are they so hard to distinguish?

Just another fleeting crush. It'll pass. How many has it been this year? I think I've set a record.