i fell for my best friend

We had ten years of in-jokes before we had a first kiss. It happened on her sofa on an ordinary Tuesday, halfway through a film we had both seen four times, takeaway boxes still open on the table, and I looked over at the exact moment she looked over. A decade of practice at reading each other, and for once neither of us 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 my favourite person to do nothing with. There is just kissing now.