It started out with a kiss, how'd it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss.

- The Killers, Mr. Brightside

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"You're beautiful."

What?  I must've misheard him.  He probably made some really bad pun that incorporates the word "booty" in it.  Classic.  That's totally something he'd do.  I know him well enough that it wouldn't surprise me.  I laugh it off, and think nothing more of it.

Some time passes.  Eventually, he says, "You're so pretty."  ...Wait, what?  I finally look at him, only to realize that he's admiring me.

I'm starting to think that I didn't mishear him.

"I missed you, Christa."

That hits me like a punchline.  I feel my heart skip.  Compartmentalization is an art form, and most days I feel like I have it down to a tee.  Then, there are moments like this.  Moments where I don't know where to place my next step.  Where I don't know what my next move should be.

Should I play the enigma, the detached, the carefree?

Or should I say the truth?

... I missed you, too.