I've been trying to find the words to tell you what happened to me that night. You know which night I'm talking about—when the stars seemed to dim in comparison to what was happening in that front seat of your car.
It was just another late call between us. Just another "come through" text that had me slipping out into the dark, drawn to you like always. The way your blue-black car shined under those streetlights when I walked up your driveway past midnight—it felt like a sign. Of what, I didn't know yet.
There you were, already one Budweiser in, with another cold one waiting just for me. You always knew the little things that made me smile. That's the thing about us—we never needed much. Just some music, some beer, and conversation about nothing and everything.
But that night, something shifted in the space between us. When the music faded and you leaned over, I swear time itself held its breath. I never told you this, but when your lips touched mine for the first time, I felt it everywhere. Not just a kiss, but a current that ran through my entire body, waking up parts of me I didn't know were sleeping.
I froze afterward, not because something was wrong, but because everything was so right it scared me. I couldn't even speak—just smiled, my skin still electric from your touch, my mind already preserving the memory of that damn first kiss.
This is my confession: in that moment, I knew. And I've been yours ever since.
Always,
Your Neighbor
To be continued…….