I just want her to tell me that I'm pretty without my make-up, that it's okay to hug or kiss her, that it's okay to dance like little Forrest Gump and to tell her whatever I want.
I know she won't mind, whatever I do, but... I'm scared. Scared, for no discernable reason. Scared, scared of... nothing. Nothing at all. I'm just scared.
If anything, I'm scared my dormancy will bore her.