It was like a movie. I was leaving for the night, the elevator doors opened, and there she was. It was so perfect that even Michelle had to laugh. I got in.
I was about to say something. I was about to launch into another big speech. But she stopped me with a look. A look that said, “It’s okay.”
Then she kissed me.
The doors opened on another floor and someone else got in, interrupting the kiss. But Michelle grabbed my hand and held it tight the whole rest of the way down to the lobby. She was squeezing it so hard, I looked over at her, and she looked scared.
We got the the lobby and the other guy got out.
I turned to Michelle and said, “I love you.”
Michelle said, “I love you, too.”
P.S. Michelle said I could post this.