I've heard it said, bloggies, that the moment before a kiss is often the best part of a kiss. That moment of expectation, of anticipation, that little blink of time where everything is perfect. Of course, never having been kissed, I can't vouch for this, but I'd like to think it's true.
Right now I think I'm in my own prelude - whether he thinks so too, I couldn't say. But it feels real to me, and maybe that's all I'll ever get with him, that feeling. The moment before the plunge - the moment before you dive into a relationship. When you're so close you feel it must be inevitable, but you could hypothetically pull back. When you've got butterflies and you're so nervous and scared but it just feels right.
And doesn't it sometimes seem that most of life is a buildup to what happens next? Doesn't it feel like we're always waiting for something to happen, and we're just waiting for what's next without appreciating what we have? That moment, that buildup, is sometimes better than the experience itself, and we miss the excitement because we're so focused on what lies ahead. And that's really no way to live, in my opinion.
I don't know, bloggies, if he and I will ever be. If we'll ever lean in that extra inch and just go for it. This moment, this prelude, it could last for awhile. And I plan to try and enjoy every terrifying, wonderful, scary second of it.
xoxo,
Heart.Soul.Mind
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