Sometimes I think I should have kissed you. I think I would have liked it.
I don’t think you would have minded it either.
But I sat there whenever I was with you, just smiled and nodded.
As close as possible. As flirty as my courage would allow.
A touch and a lean here and there.
I think it maybe started when we spent all that time cleaning the storage closet, singing Taylor Swift to each other.
And then it never stopped.
I don’t think a kiss would have done anything.
But I think I would have liked to do it. Just once.
Maybe you would've too.