How much do I say?

Last time it was too much. I just couldn't keep it to myself. It was so phenominal.
And nothing has happened.
And, to be honest, I don't think anything will.
But
That last little bit of hope, that one little bit that will never die, is holding out.
I just can't shake the last bits of it. And I think it's a good thing. I'm not going to let go of hope, call me Pandora.
It's sad, what I will do for the five minutes of attention from that certain someone.
And yet, snub those I can't STAND, I so will.
I guess I'm too picky. *grin*
Twas a good night. Lots of happy, lots of flirty. Cutie leather pants honey. Love and attention all around. I'm not used to this, to being able to be silly and naughty. I used to be, Ceremony used to be this was. I think I should go less, only on nights like this.
*grin* I can't wipe the silly grin off my face. I DON'T know what it is about him. It just is.
Ok I'm done now.