“Nothing happened, okay?”
Sure.
Except it did.
A lot happened.
But we’ll sweep it under that rug until
I can’t see you on the other side.
I don’t want to not see you.
I can’t not see you
It’s just a kiss.
It’s just sex.
It’s just a friendship that
forgets where the line should be
because it keeps moving.
What if it’s more than that?
More than a kiss,
more than a smile and
oh god, those eyes when you smile or
laugh or
lean into kiss me.
This is more than a one night stand.
We’re more than best friends,
It was more than a mistake.
It wasn’t a mistake.

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