In her presence things are different, I mean text is easy…as long as you can spell it you can say it. Finding the words to express yourself comes easily as the communication is more slow to manifest and the time to place each and every piece of punctuation is at your command. But in her presence…Mmm…in her presence things are different. When your heart races inside you and your lips and hands shake and you struggle to appear calm, cool, presidential on the outside. Thoughts are scattered in your mind now, expressing things never seems to matriculate the way your plan intends. You want to, you want to, anything, everything…you want to be…but in her presence things are different…you do small things to pass the hint in hopes that she will catch, concur, and proceed but she’s not that type. She knows what you want and she wants to give it to you but until you move beyond yourself and get into her you’ll never meet your own desire. You can see, in her eyes, the disappointment and growing frustration as she contends to patiently await your move. The ongoing joust inside you mocks the reality that your desire and hers are one but because in her presence things are different than they are in the pretense, to achieve is to conquer nervousness.