He walks unperturbed through the landscape of my life, stepping on little minefields, while I watch open-mouthed wondering which one will finally tear him apart. But he continues regardless.
"So will you come over home and we could hang out?"
"Maybe you should spend a few days with me at my place..."
"Let's plan a short trip together."
"I love you."
"Baby, you have to stop saying that, it's just scary..."
"I know, I know.. even I wouldn't know what to do if you said it back to me..."
"I'm not saying anything back to you.."
The background track changed to "Something Stupid".
He smiled at me as I wondered why I wasn't panicking.