Love/Sick or Just Another "Wonder Years" Day?

After a blissful evening of movie watching at Gerald's, a nice long sleep alone in his big bed, and a very strange early morning discussion that included me professing my love, I'm toast. I honestly can't figure out if I'm ill or if the return of menses during this full moon has me hormonally zonked. The love part's definitely a factor. I just hope I haven't fucked it all up. I don't think I did because I basically asked that we kind of put worrying about it to the side…just let that be there and continue to enjoy our time together. I just had to end any suspense/doubt. I got it bad but it's ok.