thisiswhoweare

"Yes, I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight, half of anxiety."

For some stupid reason I sent Her this quote today. I'm afraid to hear her reaction to it... My best friend gave me (perhaps dangerous) courage today to keep trying. That is, in the horrible timid way that I do such things... At least I can always make Her laugh when we talk, which might not be such a smart idea. It's that laugh that keeps me dreaming about Her in the first place.... bother and rot!