Feel your different
She kissed me. On the cheek, granted, but she kissed me. Seriously, I am extremely hyper over it. Can't help but feel so happy every time I recall that night.
The events that took place prior is where I should start.
So Friday, we met up at the bus stop, like planned. At the bus stop, we ran into someone from my high school, which is extremely awkward for me. The person remembered me but I vaguely recalled her. One of those people I didn't care for. I told her my name but it didn't help. I avoided using my nickname simply for the sake of my embarrassment. She was surprised that I didn't use that name, but honestly I really don't ever want to resort to that with people who didn't know me.
Anyways, we hopped on the bus bound for the city. Plans were to just walk around and shop or browse or whatever which is essentially what we did.
Holding hands pretty much the whole time, joking around, singing (sort of) Dr. Horrible, the usual scenario I'd expect. We hit up the Barnes & Nobles and Mid-Town Comics. Ate at Good Burger (it's real) and the Whopper Bar (which is kinda weird). It was overall an extremely fun day.
There was that one part where it was a bit serious. She had told me something on a personal level and had asked me if I was luring her along (something like that without prying outside my life) and I had laughed and told her no. I like her. I really do. I wouldn't stoop that low, ever.
Anyways, we got off the bus home and this time I walked her home unlike last time. Talked, held hands, laughed.
We stopped in front of her house and hugged. At this point, I wanted to make my move. Unfortunately I didn't react fast enough as she kissed my cheek. Kinda stunned me for a minute. Really wanted to make a move but I couldn't. Guess I'm just looking for that "perfect" or "right" moment.
Maybe next time...
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