Broken Doll

I don’t think I’ve clicked with someone through cyberspace alone quite so well since I was in college, and unscarred, unscathed, unjaded.  Naive.  Open.  Fearless.  I did make some great friends then.  And some bad ones.  Nearly all of them long-distance, and most in a foreign country.

I try to calm the flutter of excitement with a wait-and-see approach.  Calm.  Wait.  Watch.  Nothing is promised yet and anything can happen.

And yet there is that ease of conversation, the easy laugh, the light-hearted teasing, and the flirtation and the smiles evolve all on their own.  That flow, that dance.  I forget to hesitate, I choose to be less cautious.  I want.

I fear.

I hope.