A few months before I turned 30, a close friend at the time kissed me.
I don’t think either of us saw it coming.
My initial instinct was to pretend it never happened. But in the aftermath, I struggled to forget it.
It was the first time I really felt something in over a year.
I distinctly remember realizing at a Jimmy John’s that I had feelings for him. I told him maybe an hour later. It was mutual.
What if I put a Jimmy John’s ad right here? Lmfao. Anyways…
He wasn’t what I usually go for in any sense. He was much too flashy for my tastes, and he definitely suffered from main character syndrome, which was fine in a friend but not what I gravitate to at all in romance.
But for reasons I couldn’t explain, I was head over heels. Anyone on my Close Friends list at the time could tell you.
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