“There’s always a moment, you know—the moment that changes everything.
And I’m not talking about the first time you two met or the first time you two spoke or laughed hysterically at the same thing. I’m not talking about when he finally kissed you or hugged you to comfort you when you joked about how he only looks at you as a friend when that really wasn’t the case at all. I’m not talking about how when you drank to get drunk together, there was an immediate connection between you two like you’ve been friends for so long but nothing more even though there was always a question of something more in the back of your minds. I’m not talking about those moments. I’m talking about the moment you knew it would be something more.
I’m talking about the moment right before anything happens between you two. I’m talking about the moment your hands accidentally brushed up against one another while sitting next to each other but were speaking to someone else. I’m talking about the moment right before the kiss—the look you two had, the mutual agreement made between your linked eyes, the longing, the can’t-wait-to-see-what-happens-next-feeling, the is-this-really-about-to-happen-feeling—I’m talking about this moment and how it changes everything and how nothing is ever the same after that and how you can never go back to how it was, no matter how hard you try. It was this moment that made every moment we had afterwards taste so bittersweet. It was this moment that I wish I could go back to and relive again.. in hopes of a different ending.