L'esprit de Escalier

but I guess it came as a surprise to him, since the next thing I knew, he'd pulled me into his arms, and was kissing me all over again. and it was like the world, which had, for the past few weeks, been off its axis, suddenly righted itself. I was in his arms, and he was kissing me, and everything was fine. more than fine. everything was perfect. because he loved me.