#155332 - My heart is racing, my body a bundle of nerves, I try to concentrate on driving but the closer I get to my destination, our meeting place, my tummy is filling with more butterflies, every nerve ending on fire, I know I should not but I text you as I drive explaining my emotional state, you text me back telling me your heart is racing. As I approach I watch you try the door but it does not open, I walk up trying the door next to you ‘I say you have to push,’ you turn and smile at me, I melt on the spot yet at the same time I realise the doors are still locked, oh god this was not meant to happen, it was supposed to happen so smoothly, but I do not panic, instead I lead you back to the bookshop where I had watched your arrival. We sit and I am very aware of how good you smell, small talk, I think I reply but my body and my mind are so distracted, I take in everything about you, how impeccably dressed you are, my own attire shabby next to yours, your soft skin, the way your eyes smile,