I think too much.

I hadn't thought of that. I hadn't accounted for how it would stir old longings and make me ponder for hours (days?) the secret meaning behind his choices. Why that one? Oh now that's interesting. Hadn't realized that I missed the giddy feeling I had begun to associate with seeing him.

After all, I didn't really have an answer when she asked about him.... after all this time and those weeks of busy-ness that had smudged and blurred the lines of thought.

I just hadn't considered how easily I fall (or fall again) when there's music.