And that night, she spent the night over, and there we were, sharing a bed, and she asked if I'd enjoyed the dance. We both giggled, as we always did, and she leaned over and kissed me. I asked her, and I remember this, "Why do you kiss me?" and she said, "It's better than...not kissing you."
It's better than not kissing you.
Damn. This makes me believe in love.