Yesterday, it was one month since the first acknowledged moment. Well, the first one that he acknowledged. I'd felt the makings of the moments for a few weeks before. I do admit that it was the moment when things changed. Before, it was easy to pretend it had just been a hug between friends. But when I burst into tears and shared fears with him that I hadn't shared with others, when he held me, when he looked at me... it's hard to come back from that.
Every moment after that one was laced with something that neither of us could explain. He called it tension, dramatic tension. We're both such theatre students, at times.
But when I think about it, this has all the makings of a romantic comedy, or a sitcom with us as the couple that the powers that be hint at and then turn away from. Friends for four years, co-workers, touchy-feely (always, long before the kiss and "moments"), often alone with wasted moments, oblivious for the longest time.