It was so perfect. I won’t ever let go of those feeling.

How he held my hand and didn’t let go, how a brush of fingers turned into intertwined hands in a heartbeat. How I felt safe and beautiful and better than I had ever felt in my life.

I loved the way I leaned on him, and no one wondered why. I loved my friends, how they made it happen, and how thankful I am for what they did is something I probably will always keep inside me. I loved how they made me smile, how they supported it for every second, if only she was there to see it too.

I can only wish that she doesn’t hate me for it. I hate that I felt horrible about it when I told her, even though I know I shouldn’t have been. I just wanted her to bounce off of my excitement, maybe forget for just a minute of the problems, because I just needed her to be best friend, even if only for that minute, if she doesn’t want to be forever.

And maybe that’s the only thing I need for this to be absolutely perfect.