I haven't felt this way in a long, long time. Or I may never have felt this way ever, come to think of it.
He may not shower me with gifts or whisper sweet-nothings in my ear often, but when he does, I feel that much more special.
It also makes me that much more scared of losing him.
I guess love is risky... placing yourself in a vulnerable state, sinking deeper into quicksand as days go by.
At this moment though, I do not mind it at all.
Oh ... and work is boring.
