i fell for my best friend

The two of you had ten years of in-jokes before you had a first kiss. It happened on her sofa on an ordinary Tuesday, halfway through a film you had both seen four times, takeaway boxes still open on the table, and you looked over at the exact moment she looked over. A decade of practice at reading each other, and for once neither of you could say a single word.

The film kept going. Nobody watched the end of it. And the strangest, best part is how little changed, the jokes all still work, she is still your favourite person to do nothing with. There is just kissing now.