I gaze on, and on, and on, and on, only to realize that no matter how much or how long my eyes remain fixated at the word I seem to have slowly begun intending as a pun, she,on the other hand, had no intention of intending it that way. It was never intended to intend. Yet, all I do is want(pun intended). Want that the pun intended was indeed intended and that her intentions were to intentionally intended the pun. Not inadvertently but deliberately use that double entendre.
Puns will get you.
I tend to lose sleep over trifle matters. Then again don’t we all.