The word "Relationship" is a very powerful word

The very idea of trying to know a person has always thrilled me. Who knows how many interesting things a person has been through. However simple his life might be, everyone has a story tell. In fact, the simplicity weaves a story also. So here i am, in a coffee shop, trying to know a person. The person seems to be genuine and interesting. Oh, what a lovely sense of humour. We seem to connect and disconnect at many things. I dont give a damn about the connection. The disconnection is what i care and what simply attracts me. towards him. And the feelings are vice versa. At least his way of talking makes me safely guess this. The first meet turns out to be wonderful and we plan for the second one. The second one is far better than the first... And then comes the third, the fourth... etc etc.. And one small thought makes my world upside down. IF I really like this person, what are the chances of having a relationship with him? Everything has been very organic till now, the meets, the conversations.. Why not should i take this forward? Thoughts mystify me. They are powerful. They have the capability to show a different side of a person. They influence others as well. Im amazed that how can just a mere thought, without even expressing it, can change a person's perspective and behavior towards you. And so the word relationship brings in a chain reaction. I start expecting and i think thats normal. I have just met him. Its only 3 weeks. Should i start getting serious or not? Ohhh, why im counting how many days I have been with him.. Why do we see age of a relation as a prerequisite for a firm relationship? I have seen couples living a bland life even after 30 years of marriage. Its the moments which count and not the time... I dont want sex. Sex is mechanical. Sex is something which happens on its own. Love drives passion. Passion drives sex. I need an eskimo kiss. I want his stubble to prick my neck. And i want to cuddle him tightly. So tightly that i can make mine and his body sweat. I want his hands to run through my long hair. And then i get tired thinking of all this. This has drained all my energy. Where is my pillow??? I wanna sleep :( The next morning, the only thing which comes in my mind is, "Where the hell is my coffee? " :)