We spent the evening the way we spent most evenings,
playing rummy , listening to music, stealing glances at one another.
It was nearly midnight when I drove you home. I pulled up to your apartment, parked.
We sat in awkward silence. I tried pushing my feelings down.
I shouldn’t love you, it wasn’t right. It was against nature, against god, the bible .
Besides, we were friends and we couldn’t be more. Until we were.
You turned my chin, we faced one another. I swallowed, closed my eyes .
I kissed you. You kissed me-Really kissed me. When I opened my eyes, you were crying.
“Robin?” you put the tips of your fingers on my lips.
“I’m okay,” you assured me. I wiped away your tears.
You pulled me into you.
“I love you,” you whispered into my ear.
And I knew- I loved you, too.