Wherein I play the waiting game...

We laid on the couch pretending to watch the movie, trying to ignore the fact that the other was desperately trying to think of a way to fall into the other's arms.

Patience, patience.

I am in a strange situation. In one hand, I know you want to come over to me, but I also know that you would have a fit of conscience if you did. If I make a move it will be for nought, but on the other how can I possibly not? How do I simply sit here and swallow everything that's in my mind?

Silence? No, under the dull noise of the TV there is a flurry of conversation on every level. Every body movement is analyzed by both of us, an invitation? Like two gamblers we're both weighing up the odds of risk and winnings trying to find the moment when we can be sure no face will be lost, if one of us makes a move and the other declines all will be done for.

I remember when you told me that you were the kind of girl that goes after the man, not the other way round. You probably only mentioned it in passing, but I noted it word for word. I've played this game before.

Patience!

Finally, an answer comes to me, and with a sudden knowing smirk on my face:

"Well, time for bed, see you in the morning"

I listen intently for your reply.

"Oh.."

Ah-ha! There it is, before you can catch it the clear disappointment falls out of your open mouth, though you try to recover quickly I don't hear what you say, I have learned all I needed to know.

"Guess I'll see you tommorow" I depart.

Perhaps next time you won't let me go so easily.