Note: This is a very small thing that I wrote a while back. I believe I might take this somewhere, though for now it can easily stand on it's own.
Posting for Anjelica :)
He was so certain of everything in his world before this. Never in the slightest did he ever think that THIS of all things could have ever happened to a man as brilliant and unique as him. He could easily dream up many scenarios of himself being taken off to a distant galaxy, enhancing his human body with cyberneticsand even traveling through time. His mind was much too advanced to ever be associated with such nonsensical issues that often plagued and took hold of the common man. If he'd fantasized about anything it would be winning the Nobel Prize for the confirmation of String Theory. But, alas, he has succumbed to the will of his human condition. He thought perhaps it was due to prolonged exposure to lesser minds. Had he simply not gotten so involved with friends and stayed focused on his work that maybe he would not be in this awful situation he is now. But it's much too late for any of that now. This is not something he could so easily just turn off. That's not to say he didn't try. As a matter of fact, he'd tried almost daily for many months now to ignore these silly emotions. But the continuous internal wrestling was wearing him out and seeming to become more hassle than it was worth. Any attempt to block out these feelings only became futile, for every time he was even near her his stomach jumped and his pulse quickened.
In the past month it had gotten so bad that it was interfering with his sleep, rendering him nearly useless for the day's work. He truly could not take it anymore. And thus, finally he'd given up on this losing battle and to himself alone admitted the truth that he could simply no longer deny. Exasperated as he held his breath and stared blankly at the ceiling, he let out a sigh and very softly spoke it aloud, "I, Dr. Sheldon Lee Copper, man of science, am undoubtedly in love with Amy Farrah Fowler."
His mind danced and soared around thoughts of her. And for once he let himself think about her. Skin, laugh, adoring smile, her quick-witted quips, everything. Every inch and every part of her, mentally and physically, was nothing short of magical. Before he let himself admit his love for Amy he tried desperately to find some sort of flaw in her, but truly could not. She's perfect, he thought with a grin, eyes closed still admiring her beauty. He entertained these thoughts through the night until he was finally able to sleep.