Not a Date

The first time I worked up the courage to ask you to spend time together was the most nerve-wracking moment of my life. It wasn't a date, I told myself. Just two friends going to the same place to have tea together. Definitely not a date.

You agreed to go right away, and you were ecstatic about it. Tea? You loved tea! Oh, and we could have some of those cakes that they bake there.

Turns out we have a lot in common. We both love the same type of tea (okay, so chamomile wasn't exactly my favorite- but I liked it. And knowing that you liked it so much made it become my favorite, so that counts, right?)

We both love what we do, we both laugh at the same jokes, and we both like to have seconds of dessert. We spent hours at that table for two that night, giggling and talking too loudly. We stayed until everyone else had left and then some, not noticing the time because there was only us and our ongoing conversation about everything there was to talk about.

They eventually had to ask us to leave. Do you remember looking at the clock and realizing you were late for curfew? I'm still sort of sorry about that, even though you said you didn't mind. I was late for mine too, but I wouldn't have cared for the world if it meant more time with you.

That was the night we became best friends. So began the seemingly endless teasing from my boss and the trouble when I came home late, but also the late-night stargazing conversations, the adventures, the tinkering together, the swims, the frog races, and everything we did together. I'm so glad I had the courage to take you out that night.

I'll never regret becoming your best friend.