Something is happening...

And it so shouldn't be. I can't even write about it. Not because I think anyone reads this, but because I really shouldn't be articulating it into words.
And when I say something is happening i don't mean happening to 'us' as it were, just in me. Nothing at all has happened, and in my butterflies-rampant state I don't know if anything will. But tenderness has an evil way of infiltrating my defenses, and you know all I really want is to have his arms around me, and for him to kiss the top of my head, and say things like 'don't be daft'...just for a little while, just while I'm here. And then I'll go home and pine some more.
Argh. Ugh. Pfft.