I would hope so, but I can't truly say yet. [because she doesn't know herself yet. what she's about. whether admitting that was right or not. she's dancing through a cocktail of confusing feelings here: nostalgia, trepidation, a fleeting, fluttering fondness that keeps ebbing and flowing based on when she glimpses that earnest expression of his. gads, is she just instantly endeared? that can't be right.
no subject
it can't be just her.]
Does this familiar to you at all?