Everyone always talks about how they'll never be that "clingy" person. I used to be one of them until I found someone that I actually care about. Now, I'm that stereotypical clingy girlfriend times five. Everyone has that one person that brings it out of them. Whether you've found him/her or not, it will happen. But how do you know when you've reached that point?
1. You expect replies in five minutes or less.
After five minutes, your anxiety starts to kick.
2. You can't sleep without them
Hopefully the exhaustion will kick in and you'll fall asleep eventually. But until then, you're tossing and turning.
3. When you do sleep with them, you have to be touching.
Even if it's just your hands.
4. You constantly stress about whether or not his/her parents like you.
The anxiety really kicks in when you think they don't.
5. You want to spend as many seconds with them as you can.
"Can I come over just for a hug?"
6. Your hugs last more than five minutes.
Because you just can't get enough.
7. Even the thought of being without him/her makes you sick to your stomach.
Because you couldn't imagine life without your significant other and there's nothing that you'd trade for it.
8. You tell them everything you're doing, even when they don't ask.
"I'm going to shower and then do my laundry and then take a nap and then go work out. You didn't ask, but I'm telling you anyway."
9. Their friends are your friends.
Because you like them more than your own friends.
10. If you can't get a hold of them, you ask their friends.
"Have you heard from her lately?"
11. Everywhere you go, PDA is expected.
If you don't like it, don't look.
12. Your friends have gotten used to the PDA.
The number of tiems that they tell you, "Go get a room," has decreased significantly.
13. When someone sees you, they expect your significant other to be with you.
You wish you could be literally attached at the hip.
14. If you were stranded on an island, he/she would be the person you would take with you.
You might get sick of your significant other, but at least it's not a volleyball named Wilson.
