12-27-07| 4:31 pm

My eyes are on him, my body curled into his. He pushes my face away.
"Don't look at me like that." There is some panic.
"Like what," I ask. "Why?"
"It scares me." truth. "It terrifies me" exaggeration.
There is something I have read. "Amusedly--" I mutter, trying to recall. Delighted with her, with himself, with everything. The line went something like that. "I am looking--"
"--Like you're in love."

I am not in love, but I am in delight. It is all new and I am finally beginning to trust it.