Sometimes It's Better to Go With the Flow

Sitting in Bobby's Burger Palace, feeling like I'm on our first date again.  Butterflies float around in my stomach as it seems like I'm looking at this man for the first time.  Maybe because this is the first time I'm seeing him in his scrubs, or perhaps its the amount of time that has passed since our last encounter.  Either way he appears to be more mature.  He looks sexy in his scrubs that he still has on from work.  His hair is sans curls, accentuating the birthmark by his right eye.  Eventually I get the courage to speak, "You know, for someone who claims he loves me you rarely ever say it."  He stares at me with his eyes slightly squinted and leans in, "Really?" "Uh, yea", I sarcastically reply.  He sits back and does his famous head titled to the left, eyes looking to the ceiling routine.  That's his "I'm about to do something crazy, but should I really go through with it?" face.  Next thing I know he's standing up with his arms outstreched, "I-".  "NO Stop!!" I immediately interject and beg him to sit down.  What was he going to say?  I don't know.  But I know he'll find any reason to make a scene.  (Yea that's something that I've learned to always be prepared for, though the "this can't be happening" feeling still comes along. )  After what felt like a whole 10 minutes of waiting for him to sit down, I had to ask, "what were you going to say?"  He replies with a combination that he has no idea drives me crazy.  A light laugh, with a smirk on his face, followed by him looking into my eyes.  "I love this girl."

...maybe next time I should keep my mouth shut.