It’s funny, because it’s been 5 weeks since I’ve last actually seen him, face-to-face. Here I was thinking oh good, if i see him again, there won’t be any magic left. Wrong. It turns out that it wasn’t that my feelings were dwindling. It was that I was growing accustom to seeing him everyday. I was getting used to him being so in my life that I didn’t get as heated and nervous around him. So when he walked in so nonchalantly, I wasn’t expecting him and I wasn’t expecting my reaction to him: still as nervous and flustered as day one.