The "question"

I made my usual late entrance to the party that night.
I quickly sweeped the place with my eyes. I couldn't see him.
Something inside my heart sent a thug to my stomach to calm down the butterflies that almost reached my throat. I tried to ignore it.
I smiled. I talked. Danced, ate and mingled... like a floating leaf on an autumn morning. I showed nothing of how I felt inside. Like I was wearing a mask hiding my disappointment that he wasn't there.

My heart skipped a beat. I heard the mention of his name. I turned around. My face felt hot and I put down my drink. His name rang in my ears once again and my eyes lighted up this time coz his familiar deep voice followed. My little heart danced around in my chest as everything around me slowly disappeared and all I could see was him across the room. His presence in the same room as me simply melted away all the troubles, aches and fears.

I promised myself I'd never let this happen. But its too late.
I broke the promise and I only realized this tonight as I sat in the dark re-thinking every momment of that night. Only as I sat remembering that feeling.... his cologne and his gaze, most of all, his touch- Only then, did it hit me....

Now the only question is... will he? or will he not?