I must be dreaming.

When we were sitting together the other day she told me she really liked being my friend. That's about the sweetest thing I've ever heard, especially given how quickly our friendship has blossomed.

I didn't see her on Friday morning; I knew she was getting her hair done. But I was driving down her street later in the afternoon and she was coming from the other direction, and she pulled up beside me and we just talked while both cars sat in the middle of the road right in front of her house. She talked about wanting to exercise, and joked about having me as her trainer. Now that would be fun, and we'd probably get a lot of very strenuous... ummm... exercise.

We must have sat their in the road for about 20 minutes before she finally pulled in to her driveway, and I parked my car and walked across the street to continue chatting. Honestly sometimes I just want to look at her. She takes my breath away.

Perhaps on Monday we'll just go for a romantic walk somewhere. Just holding her hands is electric. I've never had as much energy as I have when I think of her, which I do often. I think of the way she tilts her hear, the way she smiles, the way she lights up when she sees me, and the secrets her eyes hold.

I'm an incredibly lucky guy just to know her, let alone share the feelings that we do.