And so it happens that we DO share a laugh.
This time, followed by the secret locking of our eyes.
The butterflies in my stomach almost makes me feel sick. Standing there in the office kitchen with him next to me, I can't help but wonder...
Are his thoughts racing like mine? Does he feel his heart beating at an incomprehensible pace? Is he gasping for his breath?
I can't let my heart do this to me again.
We each go our own way. But my head does not stop thinking how impossibly and insanely dense I'm being!
My head recognises the looming danger ahead if my heart wins.
My heart feels reckless, not giving a damn what my head says.