The moment my finger tip brushed her hip as she glided past me, I knew I’d made a terrible mistake. It was four years ago to the day that I fell in love with her – my last terrible mistake but the most honest mistake I had ever made in my life.
I couldn’t convince myself that it was an accident – well, it was almost an accident – but maybe she wouldn’t know. Of course, I wanted her to know, or at least notice and feel something. I wanted her face to betray something, but it didn’t.