romance?

He walked me back to the station under the rain.
Just before we got in, he grabbed me by the waist and oh-so-gently kissed me.
He tasted of Corona and Malboros, I tasted of Malibu and Camels.
It was the best of all mixts.

I was stupidly smiling to myself and everyone like I was on E, all the way on the tube back home and even gave my seat to a Japanese grandma. I spent the rest of the evening singing out loud in The House (that probably explains the crap weather today....).

Now I just want to cry. I wish I exactly new why. I wish I could relive that moment again and again.
I think I'm slowly (ok, not-so-slowly) but surely falling for him. I haven't been feeling like that for years. Maybe never...
And I'm listening to Gary Jules' Mad World way too much.

And I'm also going away for work this afternoon. Another bloody plane. And I have the worst of plane-sickness. Another five days of travelling. I'm less than enthusiastic at the prospect, but I know I'll be back next week...... I just can't wait.