I can't take anything seriously, and yet I take everything too seriously. Both. At the same time.
I'm always on the delivering end of this sort of affection. I'm so straight forward sometimes, and my feelings have a track record of being one-sided. What's it like to be on the recieving end? Does anyone care to share?
This one is kind of personal, but not really? I once gave someone a little bouquet of pansies I had picked. They smiled and read to me. We were sitting in the park.