Beginning of November, night
We walked through the city with two of my best friends, and we were all a bit drunk and a bit happy. We were nervous because we were both still in love but we couldn't dare to tell each other. They kissed and were so cute and how I wished you'd turn around and just kiss me, or how I wish I'd just grab your arm and drag you close to me so that I could kiss you, but how could I? You were the one who doubted. You were the one who wasn't sure. So we walked behind them, and we talked and smiled and we both had butterflies in our stomachs and then someone came and started to talk with all of us. He was drunk and then he looked at us and asked "are you two together?" and you looked at him and then at me, and I hoped but I knew and I didn't want you to say it but you turned to him again and said "No, we're not".
My heart ached all the way home to their apartment. Not even your smile made it better but then you took my hand and I forgot to think for a while,