But the problem is that it doesn’t feel like a mistake, that kiss. Not right now. In this moment, it feels like destiny. Like I was meant to kiss him. I was meant to throw myself at him, clutch onto his shirt, step onto his shoes and put my mouth on his. Because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here tonight. Yeah, maybe I was meant to wreck it all, destroy everything. So I could finally do what I’m doing right now: talking to him.
