The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a king
And foolish though it may seem
To me that's everything
The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love
These are the lyrics that have been running through my head since Sunday. Did I mention I have it bad for this man? I mean we are talking the whole nine yards….the gazing off into nothing, the sighs, the butterflies in my stomach when I remember the time we spent together this weekend. I don’t want to assume anything, I don’t want to jump to conclusions. And in a protective measure for myself, I am still hedging my bets. I am waiting. And with the waiting I am getting nervous and my concentration is shot. But just when I think I can’t wait anymore, he sends a text. And then when I think that this is it, he sends an email that makes me smile (shoot, who am I kidding, it made me get all teary,) and then when he calls….everything is right.
We talk and it is almost as if I am in his arms again. I love touching his face and with his voice in my ear I can almost feel his skin under my palm. This man is so right and yet nothing that I imagined.
Honestly, I’m not sure I could have imagined this. And whatever this is, I’m going to do my best to enjoy it for however long I can.