Definitely, Maybe again

Monday did not turn out to be a disaster. I became a Masterchef overnight. He got to know more about me and my knowledge of basketball. I was flustered all night. A kiss on the forehead. A smack on the lips. I did not want the night to end. But it did. And I am left to my own thinking. How I hope. How I wish. That it would be what I think it can be.