He tells me tonight on the phone that a few months ago a friend of his met a girl at a wedding and was telling him they thought he and her would really get along, except she lived outside his city.
“How far is that in relation to you?” I asked.
“Not as far as where you are,” He says, and maybe he isn’t incredibly verbal about the extent of his feelings—although he’s getting there—but if that doesn’t say “I’m crazy enough about you to want this thing I absolutely wouldn’t even consider before” I don’t know what could.
And he is so much more verbal lately. Telling me how much he likes my voice. Likes listening to me talk. Likes looking at me. How cute I am when I’m embarrassed. I just can’t fathom, if it’s like this when we’re not even together, what it’ll be like when we are.
“It’ll be electric,” He said, when I mentioned as much. And I really, really think he’s right.
