Wednesday, 11 July 2012

When things go bump in the night

There it is again.  The butterflies.  The not knowing what's going to happen next.


I've just got in from a late night of playing computer games with her.  Killing zombies no less.  I sucked hard.  That doesn't matter though.  The game is fun and any time I spend with her is treasured.  It's quality time.  Doing things we both enjoy, talking about... well, just talking about stuff really.  Nothing in particular.  I love every minute of it.


She said that she had to sleep on her own tonight and didn't want to, after getting a bit freaked out by zombie hordes and Witches and being vomited on by Boomers.  I said she didn't have to, and the offer was very kindly declined.  Definitely for the best.  No doubt about that.  Part of me wanted her to accept though, I cannot deny that.


And then the goodnight.  The cuddle, followed by the gentle kiss on the forehead.  It gets me every time.


The spark.  The uneasy, but enjoyable, somersault your stomach makes when something special happens.  Followed by the happy butterflies that, for the briefest of moments, light up my life and make me feel like the only person in her world.


I sincerely hope she felt the same.




Sweet Dreams.




I'm pretty sure I'm going to have them, and I hope she does too.

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