The decision to kiss you came to me slowly, over a matter of weeks. The decision we should be together, even slower. I was hesitant and worried and constantly weighing our risks versus our rewards. It took months before I could call you my boyfriend without clapping my hand over my mouth right after I said it, as if some huge secret had spilled out. But the decision to love you? It burst one day, instantaneous, fully formed, into my consciousness. When it came to loving you, it was fact. There was never a decision at all.
