I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. The very thought of that moment… that, movement. They’re in sight and we stop. Eyes connected as it feels like we can’t breathe because of the pounding in our chest. Nerves and attraction over come what little sense we might have left. Someone needs to make a move. One deep breath and I’ll start counting, 1.. 2.. they are coming this way! I start to walk towards them. All smiles, I can’t wait to wrap my arms around them. I can’t wait