She let herself enjoy the feeling.

The feeling of the unknown.

The maybe, the possibly, the could be.

The thought of the new, so different, so-

New.

She enjoyed it.

The getting to know him, the spending of time together.

She’d missed it.

The laughs, the longer than usual staring, the occasional innuendo.

The reveled in it all.

Then it stopped.

The conversations started to lapse.

The vibe seemed missed.

The slow release of air from a deflating ballon.

Crush, the end to elation.

Aptly named in her opinion.