There's something sweet, and almost kind, somewhere deep beneath the sarcasm on his lips and the laughter in his hips.

There is no moment here, nothing that tells me how I feel or how I should feel, just happiness. He makes me happy. That's more than I can ever ask out of a person who obviously is just as uncertain about what they really want as I.

He says he wants ***, he says he wants a friend, but when he grasps my hand and holds me close at night, I feel something else.

There's something there, but I'm not sure if I want it there yet.

I'm getting over the caterpillar, and we're all still mad here, so Grace is a little befuddled by her own heart and mind and soul, but he seems to see me and accept me and not treat me like a breakable little girl. He treats me like a young woman, full of life and laughter, even when I don't feel like that woman I want to be and he insists I am.

He called my annoying laughter wonderful and...

and there's something there. I just don't know how I feel about it.

Only time will tell.