To think it was meant to be a one off, no-strings attached kind of thing. To think we were serious when we were joking that we would never catch feelings, never fall, always keep it casual. Until I was caught red handed drawing our initials into the rain on your car, framed in a heart. We looked at each other because we knew, in that moment, it hit us. This wasn’t going to be like the others, not with the gentle touches and irregular breathing, the intense eye contact before the explosions when our lips touch. Maybe we were too busy entangled in the moment for us to notice. Maybe we knew but both wanted the same. Maybe we wanted each other purely to each other without the need to announce it. Undeniably attached to each other















