I adore the details.
In the weeks before we became a “we,” when we were still circling each other and trying to figure out whether our feelings were mutual, I knew. We were at a bar on the Upper West Side for a mutual friend’s birthday. Our group was more than a few pitchers deep and multiple tequila shots had been taken; the night was beginning to go hazy at the edges. I was talking to someone when you came over and kissed me on the forehead, soft and simple, like you’d been doing it for years. It was the smallest moment — a blip in the casual composure we had carefully weaved — but I knew. I knew I wanted to watch that moment ripple out endlessly.
When my best friend came to visit and you spent the weekend getting to know her — the way you two fell into a…
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