I was with a guy I thought the world of, we'd lived together as flatmates and worked together but I never knew if he ever felt anything for me and I didn't dare ruin the friendship we had.
It was the last night at uni before we went our separate ways and we'd been out. He walked me home and came in for a drink and a chat (we used to sit up and chat for hours). He said he had to go and when we got to the door he just held me really gently round my waist and kissed me really gently and sweetly on the lips...3 times!
I just couldn't respond in case I ruined anything, when he'd gone I just sank to the floor and bawled on the floor for ages!