There is something in the air. There is a look on his face and a tone in his voice...something is brewing and I don't know what it is.
I will not ask, if he wants to tell me, he will.
If he wants me to know, I will be told...but until then I will watch his face and listen to his voice.
And maybe this is what he wants, maybe this is all his plan is, that I focus on him, that he is in the forefront of my thoughts.