After that first night we seemed awkward, you felt distanced from me. The feelings had been expressed but not acted on, not realized and yet we were unable to avoid each other, each craving the other's presence. More discussions until we were both asked why we weren't dating. A shrug of your shoulders an awkward laugh from me were our answer, both to each other and her. That night we went out with mutual friends, both of us alternately wishing we were alone and yet still unsure of what we would do if we were. One by one our friends left, leaving us to deal with the physical aspects of what we'd already verbally expressed. As we left the bar and walked along the cobblestone sidewalks to the campus, I was unsure of whether or not you'd kiss me. Then you did. Leaning down it was at first tentative, almost chaste. Then it deepened in intensity, followed shortly by you pulling back, and leaving me slightly off kilter. We walked along the block, still unsure of what this meant, hands touching, fingers intertwined. In that intimacy alone I felt a kind of electricity I had never known. As we made our way back to campus, a 10 minute walk took over two hours. We kissed on most of the street corners, several brownstone stoops and in a few campus courtyards, not wanting the night to end. However, we knew eventually the sun would come up and our perfect evening would be greeted with the realities that would keep us apart.