Like He'd Lost Me

You know that feeling when someone looks at you like you’re a second chance they never thought they’d get? Like they’ve been carrying the weight of ‘what if’s’ for so long, and suddenly they’re lighter? That’s how he’s been looking at me all night. It’s weird, and wonderful, and a little bit scary. We’ve known each other for so long — years of inside jokes and late-night talks and almost-moments that fizzled out before they could become something real. But tonight… tonight feels different.

He kissed me. Out of nowhere. I mean, I always hoped he would, in that secret part of my heart where dreams live. But he never did. Until now. And now he can’t stop touching me — like he’s making sure I’m really here. Like he thinks I might disappear if he looks away for too long. I tried to make a joke about it (‘Did you hit your head or something?’), but there was this intensity in his eyes that stopped me. Like he’s seen something I haven’t. Something that made him finally reach for what we both wanted but were too afraid to take.

I don’t know what shifted in him. Maybe it’s nothing more than the magic of this night, this moment. Or maybe… maybe the universe decided we deserved a do-over. A chance to be brave instead of scared, to choose each other instead of hiding behind friendship and what-ifs. All I know is that I’m not going to question it. If this is our second chance, I’m taking it with both hands. Because life’s too short for almosts and maybes.