The bigger moment for us was that first kiss and making the choice to transition from friendship to something more, which happened one boozy night on the rooftop of my Christopher Street apartment at 21 years old.
When the last bar closed Matthew offered to walk me home. It had started to rain. He kissed me on the street in a downpour, I told him we should probably make out in his car that happen to be parked next to us. And that was it.