Our first date -- a recollection

So, I haven't heard from you in a few days, which is really weird, but I guess makes sense since you're really busy but I've been thinking about you, so I thought I'd post my thoughts about it here. Right now I'm considering doing a version of your "notes" on Facebook, you know, before your birthday. Since mine's coming up in two weeks, I thought I'd try and get on it. After all, time is ticking, but right now I'm writing about our first date and I'm laughing. Not at you. You were hopelessly romantic and kind and sweet. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You are my prince charming after all. But no pressure. No, I'm laughing because even though I'm a very strange person and was not into you until you completely charmed me, you were kind. And yet, I can only guess what that must have been like. I was so tentative then, having barely accepted your invitation to the concert and I was on crutches then too, on top of being so clumsy. I was so nervous, afraid of what you'd think of me, what your folks would think of me. I remember how I had no appetite because there were so many butterflies in my stomach. I remember how I brought books on the date -- goodness how Mala made fun of me for that! -- I remember how my phone kept buzzing from Heather and I was quietly hitting ignore as Mala, you, and I sat around at Starbucks, me and my milk and you two and your coffee, talking about star trek in a really interesting way. And I remember how, once seated, your mother on the other side of you, you tried to put your arm around me, and how I threw it off. And yet how you were unperturbed and put it around my shoulder once more, grasping my hand as well.
And I remember how my stomach dropped out and how dizzy I felt, like it was just us and the spotlight was on me -- and, of course -- your arm. And how I felt like I was on fire. I remember that very clearly. I remember too, how I lowered my head, at last, onto your shoulder. And how your head came to rest on top of mine as you squeezed my hand. I remember the ensuing neck-ache too. But I also remember how it didn't matter at all. And how all there was you and me as we curled up together and listened to the music as one.

I remember afterwards too, with the fountain that turned many colors, and how we talked physics. That was magic too, it is a magic I am familiar with now, of course. It is the sort of "magic" that comes with being around you. When I'm with you, the world stands still.