There was not a poem I could write to describe how I felt that night, so im not going to try. I just wish I could have done something different to change the end result. If I did something different the fine line between friends and not, was turned into an old rickety wooden bridge that crosses over a ravine that makes the grand canyon look minuscule. I could have done something different I could have kissed him in the kitchen but I didn't. I turned around preventing the pizza from being burnt. It didn't burn, the pizza was taken from the over and eaten. Life went on like nothing had happened, and nothing did, but it could have, but it didn't, but it could have.