There's this space between yes and no.

Between a nod of the head or a shake.

It's after you confess, "hey... I like you”, and before the other replies.

A kind of limbo of ticking bombs that makes you feel like you might explode.

But it also makes you feel safe.

A space where nothing has gone right just yet, but nothing has gone wrong either.

A mixture of eager anticipation and fear.

A happy, in-between where nothing is built or destroyed.