Five

I knew last night that things were happening. The way my hand was just barely touching your hand, and the fact that neither of us were making any effort to move... it was cute and kinda junior high and it gave me butterflies.

We've gone so slow and that has always driven me crazy in the past, but this time's different. This time's nice. I like learning you. I like hearing your stories and I like hearing you say that I'm the only one who's heard them. I feel special.

Tonight did not go as planned, but I couldn't have planned it better. I didn't know whether to sit right up close to you during the movie, because really, there was a whole giant couch. But I did. And then you reached over and you grabbed my hand. And I think maybe I had a bit of a hard time paying attention to the movie after that. Yes, it was good. Tom Hanks did a great job. But boy, I wasn't thinking about Tom. I was thinking about how you were outlining my pointer finger with your thumb.

And then we talked, and it was all out there. And you heard me. And still, my hand was in yours. And you walked me to the door, and there was no longer any doubt that maybe you thought I was something special.

I could barely leave your apartment. I can barely stop smiling.