It all started with a kiss, some stupid little kiss. I had to let him down gently, my heart was taken, and I just had to wait, I needed to wait. I knew he liked me, but I wanted him to get the guts to say something. So I kissed this man standing in front of me, on the cheek, to tell him to look for someone else for his one night fling.
I always knew, but I wanted him to have the guts to say something, say anything. Maybe just wave me over, or even a simple “Hey, Adam.” would be great. But eve