Soon?

I didn't think about you much today.

Thought I saw you. Was so happy. Wasn't you. My hands trembled in the wake.

It doesn't feel fun at first but likely it's better in the long run when I feel my love stories about you aren't humored by the majority of my company.  It's nice to feel embarassed without having to feel judged.

Nice is a strange word there, I realize, but it's true.

I must be ready to love. Ready to share my heart. And you are just the closest I've got.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I can't wait to see how this pans out. (I.e. How and when you will leave my heart and mind. )

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Today I actually feel a little silly about it all.