I could listen to you talk all day. In fact, I have. You have so many interesting stories and accounts from your life that I want to hear. I want to know everything about you. I want to know your successes, failures, trials, and fears. I want just want to help you.

The last time I saw you, you were complaining about how awful your day was. I just watched your performance, and we were standing outside the stage door in the freezing weather. My right leg was shaking terribly and I couldn't make it stop.

You kept talking about your day, but for some reason I didn't hear a word you were saying. For some reason I could only focus on the way your lips were moving and how you tilted your head back when you were getting angry and how when you finished talking you would take a deep breath before throwing me your stunning smile.

"Well I should go," you said.

"No. You should never go. Just stay with me and I promise everything will be okay. I will love you I promise. Just give us a chance. Give me a chance. I have such strong feelings for you- please just stay," is what I should have said, but I actually said, "Oh, okay."

I reached in for a hug because I could no longer wait for your arms to be wrapped around me. I wanted you to hold me forever, but I knew it wouldn't last more than a couple of seconds.

When you pulled away, I thought you would just pick up your bags and go, but you are always full surprises. I felt your hands pull me back in. A kiss. A perfect kiss. Much more than I could have hoped for from you.