She took me by the hand, and she lead me away from the group. She spoke softly, and she touched my face. I almost didn't hear everything she was saying if only because I was lost in the feel of her skin on mine and the way her eyes danced under the moonlight.
She apologized for everything she'd done the past few months, saying she knows she's come on too strong. She said something about knowing that I'd come around when I wanted to, if I ever did at all. She said she knew deep down that my heart belonged to another and apologized again for having it in her head that we might have a chance at all somewhere down the road.
She was crying, and her tears reflected brightly in the pale moon. Everyone else's voices died away.
She hesitated, and it felt like we'd been standing there for a few hours in those few seconds. And then her lips were on mine.
I looked down at her as she pulled away, the tears coming on strong even as she smiled. It was colder after her touch receded, and I still don't know what I was thinking then.
She said it was something she knew she'd regret if she didn't do it then, and she was apologizing again for doing something I might not have wanted her to do. She told me she loved me once more, wiped at her face, and lead me back to the small group. I was still speechless. What do you say after that?
And then she was gone. And it'd be the last I'd see of her for a few more months, maybe even a couple of years. And I still don't know what I think.