I wrote this short story for an ex-girlfriend and I stumbled upon it today on my laptop. It's odd sharing something that was meant to be for her eyes only, but reading it reminded me of the pure passion and lust that I'm pretty sure kept us together longer than we should have been. That just seems relatable. You're still my favorite first kiss J. This one was for you, but I'm ready to share it.
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She kissed me and it threw me back in time to our first kiss. There we were, outside her house after our first date. The anticipation for this moment was overwhelming and almost paralyzing now. There were a million thoughts rushing through my head that seemed so important at the time, but completely trivial now.
Should I put my hand on her neck?
Hands that were cold from the hours we had spent at the beach talking. I should have kissed her there. I was trying to suppress a montage of clichΓ©d first kiss movie scenes from invading my already crowded mind.
Just kiss her
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I edged myself, trying to battle my nerves but there was one persistent thought I couldn't silence. What if she doesn't feel anything special? If there's no spark? What if she wasn't feeling any chemistry between us the whole night and this kiss is the final blow. But everything was silenced when I looked into her eyes and I was drawn in.
I leaned in for a kiss and felt every muscle in my body relax when my lips touched hers. It was a match made in heaven the way our lips fit together. My immediate afterthought was how I wanted a lifetime of these kisses. How I wanted unlimited and unconditional access to those perfectly soft lips. I pulled away and the moment was over but engraved in my memory forever. "Drive safe okay?" I said, looking into those beautiful hazel eyes. "I will." She answered, unfalteringly meeting my gaze. We said goodbye and I watched her walk away.
When I finally sat down in my car I was a nervous wreck again.
Did she feel that or did I imagine everything?
I waited for my hands to defrost while my head continued to run around in circles. After a few minutes I started my car remembering she would be back out again shortly to make her drive back up to Gainesville and I didn't want to seem like a creep still parked outside. I drove up to the first stop sign out of the neighborhood and heard the quiet ping of a text message.