This is different. This is different on every level, I can feel it. I know it. I cannot explain it, well, but I shall try.
I am giddy and perhaps have taken the character of my thirteen-year-old self in the sense of going on a first date. Or of my five-year-old self, in the sense of receiving a bike on Christmas morning.  It is going to be so hard to fall asleep tonight; due only to the fact that I am so excited (and nervous) for tomorrow night.

I am going on a date. We have not seen each other in four and a half years.  Dare I say I just know something about this is right.