organic coffee and french catch phrases

i've got ten minutes to write down what i'm thinking, before i have to get back to my apartment. there isn't much floating around in this brain of mine nowadays, i'm just trying to figure out how to get myself thinking again. there's nothing valuable to value anymore. there's nothing important for me to articulate. what happened to me that caused me to be so...vacant?

romancing the stone

there's something different about us.
i can't quite put my finger on it, and i don't quite like to talk about it.
because, although i haven't always been this way,
i'm quite bashful and reserved when it comes to you.

i just don't want us to become something that people get used to.
i never get used to the way you make me feel when you call me darling
i don't want to get used to the way your fingers feel when they lace through mine.
i never get used to the practical side of you and me, the friendship we've built.
i don't ever want to get used to your smile, the one that penetrates my heart.
i can't possibly get used to that voice, the one that still makes my insides go crazy.

i haven't told you that i love you yet.
and honestly, i don't plan to for a while.
but there's some comfort in that,
no stress, no worries,
just you and me.

and i really like it that way.
you've shown me that even a heart of stone can't keep you away.