I’d known that my male friend was interested in me and went back and forth for months about whether I liked him back or was just lonely. He’d come over a few nights for movies and take-out and I could tell he wanted to kiss me, but I never gave him the opportunity. Finally, I decided that no matter what I felt, I at least wanted to make out. I gave him an unexpected hug and he leaned in and kissed me, and as soon as our lips touched I knew that it was him I was interested in.
Postscript: We’re moving in together and talking about marriage and kids. We both know that after a long time of being single and waiting for the right person, we’ve both found it.