I'm just wild about Harold

I had to sit on myself yesterday and wound up at the inlet at 10PM singing my little off-tune voice out behind closed (but unfortunately for the public not sound-proof) windows. I want to give Harold space and quiet and support and time because he is going through a very difficult relationship decision of his own.
Then there's this half new/ half revived part of me in sweet agony- queasy and lightheaded, scared and giddy, unable to sit still, wanting to plop on his door step to meet him with the morning sun and tell him, ala When Harry Met Sally New Year's Eve party style, that I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I am still in love with him, AND I am falling in love with him all over again.