I knew he wasn’t doing this because he didn’t care anymore, but I couldn’t stop myself from hoping that he was still my friend, that maybe, just maybe, he had feelings for me.

And then he kissed me. When I opened my eyes and stared into his dark eyes, I saw the same desire in them, the same longing, the same hope.

And I didn’t know whether to run away or stay there and kiss him back. I thought about running, of leaving, of leaving him behind forever.

But I stayed there. I let him pull me closer, until there was nothing between us anymore. I kissed him hard, until...