There are moments in your life when you can - even if just for a flying second - taste perfection. Tonight, as I was getting ready for some hardcore readings in bed (the sci-fi novel he gave me, might I add) I remembered something.
(please forgive the silly girlishness of it all... or not! I don't care)
I was lying on my stomach with a book opened on my pillow. He was by my side, on his back and with a book in his hand. He'd turn two pages, I turn one in a quite acceptable sync. At some point I felt his eyes on me. And I knew we were thinking the same thing: I finally have someone to share this with. Better yet, in a few months' time we'll be able to do it time and again, together. And it felt good. It felt perfect.