“I really shouldn’t have done that.” I mumbled to myself, my feet crunching along the dirt road back to my house. The trees arched overhead, creating a tunnel through the night.

I shouldn’t have kissed her, and I shouldn’t have said anything about Sascha. I was an idiot. How would I have felt if she had been thinking of someone else? But of course she wasn’t, I could see it in her eyes. She always looked at me that way. But I have Sascha, and she has no one. Except me.

I shouldn’t have kissed her, but the moon had chosen that moment to creep out of the clouds and illuminate her face such that I could see her feelings for me shining in her eyes.

I shouldn’t have told her I had been thinking of Sascha, because I wasn’t. But how do you patch up a friendship like that after a huge blunder like that? I was going to have to tell Sascha about this, and hopefully she would understand.

I must never let this happen again, because if she knew how much I cared for her my whole world would start to come apart.