Three years before Sandra came into our life, Ross and I were inseparable. We were living across the hall from one another and it was great. When we would watch a scary movie at his place, he would let me sleep with him because I was so scared of going back home and be all alone. People who would see us in the streets or in rstaurants always thought we were a couple. Maybe because we had such chemistry or maybe because we would usually hold hands.
          One time we were at his place, watching a scary movie like we always would, but that time was different. We ended up kissing. I don't know what led to us kissing, I guess it just happenned. And it felt so right ! But I was afraid of the consequences that it could have on our friendship. After we broke the kiss, we were both pretty shocked and breathless.
          « That was unexpected ! » was all I could say. He looked at me, then down again. He wanted to say something but couldn't get it out. So I lifted up his chin to look at him in th eyes. « Was I a bad kisser ? » I said trying to lighten the mood. He smiled weakly. He was afraid of something but I coulnd't get what.
          « I think I'm gonna go to bed now », he finally said.
          « Hold on a minute ! If that kiss is gonna ruin our friendship, I don't think I can take it. If I could I would take it all back. » When I said those last words, I saw hurt and sadness in his eyes. He wanted to say something, something big I thought. But he didn't. He kept his feeling to himself. He left the room without even looking at me.
          The morning after, Ross came over to my place for breakfast and acted as if nothing has happenned the night before. I figured that I should also pretend that nothing had happenned. So I did, and we were as close as before. When I think about it now, I know what Ross wanted to say. He wanted to say three magic little words that could have changed our lives. At that time, I'm not sure it would have been such a great idea because I still considered him as my best friend, not as a potential boyfriend.
          My thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door. I was surprised when I opened the door to see Ross standing there. He was wearing his tuxedo and he was looking like a mess. I stood there, my eyes red from crying, being unable to say anything. I was hoping it was a sign of some sort. And I now know that it was a sign. For some reason we stood there, just looking at each other. I could tell Ross was devastated. Why was he like that ? I didn't know, but I was going to find out.