As we were returning home tonight, I caught a glimpse of the girl who has captured my fancy. A friend of ours is just moving in with her now, and as we helped her carry her belongings inside their apartment, there she was...

...sitting on the couch, strumming a couple of chords on her guitar, staring into what is possibly her own private universe. I, on the other hand, stumbled down the stairs with a couple of bags of clothes, looking awkward and incomprehensibly stupid. I couldn't even get a word in, because my eyes were affixed to her gaze, as she pointed her eyes my way. That stare...

...was almost like the same one I saw her with the first time I met her a couple of months ago. Back then, I saw delight and playfulness in her eyes. But tonight, it was more subdued, almost as if she was searching for words to say herself, or even thoughts to think.

I get terribly infatuated when stuff like this happens, and you know that I know that I will be thinking about this when I hit the sac. And for all I know, she's probably going to bed now thinking what she's going to have for breakfast...

...(scrambled eggs and ham.)