I'm excited to see you this week.
I'm a little giddy.
Not because I enjoy your presence but because I enjoy how uncomfortable I make you.
It tickles me that I haven't done anything to deserve your massive fear of me.
Because I know you fear me.
I wonder if you'll run and hide again.
I wonder if, for once, you'll be brave enough to acknowledge me.
I wonder if you'll wear huge clothing to cover your little (not so very) secret. <--- Dead give away would be that your boobs magically inflated four sizes
I look forward to the day when we can look back and laugh at how silly all of this is.
I doubt we ever will.
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