I know I said I'm not holding my breath waiting around for this man, for The Dane, for this man I refused to date last year and who now I can't unthink. But maybe I lied. Maybe I am holding my breath. Maybe I have been playing a small game where I don't allow myself to initiate conversation with him to see if he will.
I woke to a message from him a few days ago telling me something cool that happened to him at work. I smiled and responded while still in bed, registering the new day and feeling an unnatural level of giddiness. I can't interpret these sorts of things as 'signs' even though I am. I like talking to him, hearing his stories and being part of his daily life. Waking up next to him, sharing coffee in bed and playing songs we think the other will like has created intimacy without meaning to, intimacy that I can't unthink.
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