He was looking at me differently tonight. He was staring. He looked so handsome in dark navy blue, he seemed pleased, on cloud 9. He had the face of a man bracing himself to utter something huge. He didn’t, he didn’t need to.
The way he looked at me as I was walking up the stairs after a long and passionate Goodnight kiss, that look, that stare spoke volumes. It wasn’t a look of lust but a look of a man melting at the core.
I think he has falllen for me.
The way he walks with our hands entwined, he gives the impression of a man about to fly. He gave me a gift, a sweet gift. I felt a sense of unease in the fancy restauraunt, he should forgive me for my awkwardness, I am simply not used to men spoiling me like this.
I do not want to seem presumptuous. I don’t want my delusions of grandeur to get in the way of rational thinking.
I can’t stop thinking about him and I don’t wanna get hurt.
