Losing my mind wasn’t so much a gradual thing for me. Rather, it was a full-tilt sprint off the edge of a cliff. Agreeing to go on a date was my first strike, and from there the evening has only gotten worse and worse. Holding hands, sharing food, and smiling more than I can ever remember smiling in my life. Hell, we were damn near playing footsie underneath the table. I’ve loosened my grip so much, my control has been obliterated.
