now I hope it's forever

"what happened... between us?" I asked her.

"you mean when we kissed?" she said back with a smile.

"...yeah." my voice came out bashfully.

I remember laying uncomfortably on my bed. She sat next to me. It was dimly lit. A spiral bound note book of secret thoughts I held for her, written so many years ago; between the 6th and 8th grades, off to the side. Its pages more private then national security documents, recently exposed to her eyes.

"I don't know..." her supportive voice found my ears.