“Do you think this is infatuation or love?”

The Man said this to me as we attempt to attempted to keep the PDA to a minimum standing on a remote corner of the terrace, sun recently departed. His arms around me, feeling a little tipsy and very content to be exactly where I was at that moment, I replied, “I don’t know.”

“I guess we are just going to have to wait and find out. I’m not going to see anyone else until we know.”

I said nothing.

By the end of the evening I realized that I have plans with him for three of the next four nights. This is diving head first, no?

He left a bit later… I crawled into bed and texted TM… scared that it might be the latter of the two.