When things go *poof*

Just when the tension is breaking your spine and you think the anticipation is giving you the dizzy spells, it all went Kaput.

Do they have a name for this syndrome? I like to call it the *OMG IT’S GONE I DIDN’T EVEN REALISE IT I WAS STILL FANTASISING* syndrome.

What happened to the brief touches before the deviant smile, the exchange of glances with twinkling familiarity during a private joke, the stealthy forward movement to smell the scent of perfume and cologne, which resulted in a sharp intake of breath with a neverending tingle of excitement?

I can’t put my finger on how it happened. Before I know it, your name doesn’t bring a microsecond stop to my beating heart. Before I know it, I want to see something other than you. Before you knew it, I went away and retreated to where I was when you found me.

I don’t have a reason for it either. Don’t push me for it, i don’t know how things work in the abyss-like cockles of my heart.