May 1st 2015. That was the day. I always knew i felt something for you although i wasn't sure what. Not then. I always pictured you as that cocky know it all that came swanning in to my office, Gail Platts son.
Maybe it was the fear. Fear that if i admitted what i felt, it would all become real. What we have Nicky, it is real. so real. Michelle was right, we had been seeing a lot more of each other, more than usual. Asking if i fancied you. Loved you. Maybe she saw something between us, we didn't.
Bethany told me one of us needs to get our acts together, i think that was the push i needed. Did everybody know before us? I kissed you that day, we'd kissed before, never when we were sober. Never. I always blamed the drink. 'It's the drink.'
But that kiss. God, that kiss. It made me feel something i hadn't before, i think you felt it to. That spark. Then there was Erica. Your baby. Maybe it wasn't the right time, but we were friends. Definitely friends, always. You decided to stand by her, you were loyal. You are loyal.
May 18th. The Bistro, you were distant that day, i wasn't sure why. I'm still not sure. Leanne, she knew to, there was something between us. Not that we let on. We were friends, just friends. Telling me that i should declare my feelings for you, well not directly. Subtly. I thought maybe it was to late. To late for us.