This shouldn’t be happening, but it is. It’s happening, and maybe this time it will stick.

So many little moments, but this could be the one.

Jim smiling at you from across the basketball court. Jim trying to keep a straight face while you pull doves across the ceiling. Jim holding your gaze as he hands you a sandwich by candlelight.

It could have happened then, but it didn’t. And you wonder why you’ve bothered to ignore it. Because it’s there. It’s always there.

And in this moment you could mold it with your fingers into something beautiful and permanent.