Maybe it's almost time to find some excuse to go next door. Perhaps we need a couple eggs for baking.

He can only do one of two things. I think. he can talk to me or he can slam his door in my face.

I realize the door in my face is more apt to happen then a warm reception.

I think I scared him way back when with the intensity I call me.

I can't help but wonder if he knows I adore him in every way imaginable?

That could be awkward.