smirkingatyou

It wasn't even a date. We were just hanging out with our friends. We laughed and flirted, and, when everyone else had gone, we sat and talked. There was an obvious silence in the conversation that needed to be filled. Then I kissed you. And right then I didn't care about the absurdly complicated reasons that we shouldn't be kissing. I was just happy to be there. It felt like offering you a physical thank you for all the times you'd made me smile in the short time I've known you.

I will enjoy this for what it is. I will not try to make it what it's not. God damn it, I'm not going to waste an opportunity to be happy.