Remember two days ago, when I said I was taking a leap of faith? Let me explain what I meant. I have a friend, a dear friend (let’s call him JK). JK and I met at university and we have been very good friends since then. We understand each other very well and have not had a major disagreement to date. People always say we act like a couple and we always laugh it off.

For a while, I have been seeing JK in an entirely different light. I like the man he has grown into and I consult him on a lot of my major decisions. I find myself rearranging my time to ensure we have a chance to catch up. He visits me regularly and was one of the few to check up on me during the wisdom tooth saga and to regularly ask how I’m coping with this whole consultancy thing.

Lately, JK seems to hold on bit longer around my waist when we hug, he puts my hand in his jacket pocket to protect from the cold and all these little other things. Now, call me slow or whatever else you want, but I don’t take hints. I like the direct approach and need you to spell things out to me. JK must have realised this. Last week, he kissed me. It was nice and I kissed him back. To preface the kiss: It was still light outside, we were both sober, wide awake and the situation was not compromising. Mid-kiss, I stopped and began to ramble about being responsible for our actions, discussing the implications and not wanting to be kissing because we were both "there" and single. To summarise, I killed the mood, held its funeral and and buried it. JK apologised, stated he hoped things wouldn’t be awkward between us and we left it at that.

I confess; the only reason I took that stance and rambled was because I was nervous and scared about what this meant. During the week, we shall be discussing what happened last week and I have decided to be honest about my feelings.

I am having a high school moment in my mid twenties, but I feel justified as the friendship is priceless to me. So there, don’t say I never share my personal life with ya’ll.