Sure, Fine, Good

You might ask why I am smiling so broadly. I won't go into much detail. You have enough ammunition to use against me anyway, in case this all blows up and out into nothing as so many other things have. But I will tell you this. He smiled at me today and walked over to where I was sitting, and he sat down in a chair that could most definitely be defined as next to the chair I was sitting in. He asked how I was in that nonchalant way of his and I answered monosyllabically, fearing that anything more would reveal the blubbering I wanted to do instead. He asked if I wanted to meet up with him for dinner and I said sure, as if he had asked me if the sky was normally blue on Spring days. Five o'clock? Sure. He must have thought I had gone dumb. I did not utter anything, as it happened, that was more than a syllable.

It is 2:00 now and I think I am handling things pretty well. I have not done any of the things it has occurred to me to do. I have not, for example, run around the entire world at top speed, my arms outstretched like the wings of the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, whooping and hollering and jeering at those who will not be meeting up with him for dinner. No, I have not done that at all. Then again, I have three hours and I think I could get pretty far if I started now.