I kissed you on the cheek today, not that it was a big deal. I kiss the top of your head all the time but, today I took jump into the frigid waters of “we haven’t really talked about it yet” and kissed your cheek without overthinking. Your eyes wandered to my face, smiled, blushed, giggled, looked away and I asked you what had happened. You looked at me like a supernova had just consumed your very being, confused in a way that was too good to be true. You say “You can’t do that to my gay heart” and I laugh and kiss you again. Everything is good. I hope it stays that way.