I don't think I've had the defining moment of my life yet, but I've had the moment that defined my teenage years, which I am eagerly looking forward to putting behind me.
That's holding your hand in mine, touching it, tracing every outline and hoping, praying, that it would belong to me someday. I never wanted to let it go.

I hope I get it back.

That's you kissing me, and me, loving every second of it, but slapping you anyway. Having the strength to say 'no'. 'Not yet'.

I love you.