Hey .... One greeting uttered. A memory forms and I am hooked. Here we go again. I just never seem to detach myself and analyze the situation. A greeting is said and I am forming memories. Why am I such a dork? Why am I such a romantic? Why am I such a dreamer?
Chill. I say this to myself. Go ahead and smile. Go ahead and make memories. Go ahead ... just ensure that while you are doing so, heart is protected heavily and no one not worthy can put cracks on the wall surrounding it.