Standing in my living room with the phone ringing. We went to the same college, were chosen for the same university, most of my young adult years was spent with her, my closest friend. XXX Looking down at her, and seeing the small smile on her face, I forgot every piece of restraint I had and kissed her. Fact. Random. That changed when Jeanne had invited me as her +1 for cousin’s wedding, both of us being 19 at the time. I asked Jeanne to dance with me. Spontaneous. As we grew older, the line between friends/couple became increasingly strained, sideway glances turning into guilty smiles, guilty smiles turning into flirting, flirting turning into teasing, but neither of us took it any further.
