I was careless when I kissed her that day out by the ocean. I hadn’t considered what that kiss would do to us. Where it would lead. That said, I don’t regret it. Even if she thinks I have been playing with her. But last night, I kissed her because not kissing her became too much of a burden to bear. I touched her body because touching her is like an endless world I have yet to discover. I realize now I’ve been watching her, almost obsessively. Since the day I met her. Jesus. How have I missed it? Ignored it in the name of loving another who I never felt half of what I feel with Margot?
