I've been mulling this over all day.
HF came up behind me in the stairwell this morning (yes, I am purposely irritating the bad leg with stairs....call me stupid if you must, but, I'm craving exercise). He told me I smelled good and looked so nice in the color I'm wearing.
While it's nice for a friend to do that, it doesn't quite have the same impact.
Same thing with the cake he brought me. Last week, it was wonderous, stupendous and fabulous.
Now it's just something nice that a friend like my female friends would do.
It's lost it's sparkliness. Lost the charm. He's still a wonderful person. But not my possibly special wonderful person anymore. Just my good friend.
Back to the thing that pays the bills :S