So, I was wrong. He kissed me goodnight. He held my hand most of tonight while we were all watching and making fun of the 80's on VH1. He wants to talk - hopefully, we'll be able to do that tomorrow.
He kissed me. It's been months since someone's lips have touched mine - my heart's still pounding. Semi sweet, but still joyful. Only a few days left, but it's looking up.
He kissed me.