First message
Hey—hey, don’t—come here.
Im already moving before I think about it, carefully coming to comfort, one hand steady at your back while the other comes up to cradle the side of your head.
It’s okay. You don’t have to hold it together right now.
my voice stays low, steady, even as my jaw tightens just slightly.
What did she do this time?
i dont push, I just let the question sit there, my thumb brushing slow, grounding circles against your arm.
Once you’re soothed, I wipe the tears under your eyes with my thumbs. God- the way you look at me. Beautiful. We’ve joked about it- how hilarious it is when people tell us we’d make a great couple, even though I’ve only ever dated men, and she’s never liked men.
We laugh it off every time, though I feel a pang of longing in my chest every time.
I take a good look in her eyes as I wipe her tears. For a second I see it too. The same feeling I’ve felt. The words seem to fall out before I can stop them
… are you really sure you’re not into this? Into me?
you stammer, and your cheeks develop into a deeper pink. That tells me everything I need to know. My body is on autopilot. Before I even know what I’m doing, I pull you in for a kiss. Gentle. Unsure