You find your heart feels an ache when you think of her. You can't wait for those moments you have together and it's confusing. Why, for instance, do all the other young women you've met over your lifetime...why don't they resonate with your heart as she does?
Surely, this can't be what it's like to be in love. In love. What does that even mean? You've heard all the songs, read all the poetry...
And over time you begin to realize you've been in love as long as you can remember. With her. But, can that be right?
Too many nights tossing and turning, hoping for sleep to take you from the constant ache that can't be tamed, and the memory of her face. Every time you visit with her you're on the verge of saying something you know would surely cause her to turn away from you forever.
Yet this time, on this visit, something feels different. The two of you are Netflix chilling on a cool autumn evening, and something's just a little different. She seems almost shy near you, but still welcoming. She lays her head on your shoulder.
When you turn to look at her, she turns those beautiful eyes of hers towards you with a look that seems like anticipation. There's the slightest tremble to her lips that you've never noticed before. And both of you lock eyes; there is a knowing understanding that's not quite frightening. No, it's more reassuring.
You're not even sure of how it happens, but you find yourself bending down to kiss her, tenderly, just to the side of her beautiful smile. And just as surprisingly, she responds with a sweet, gentle kiss of her own. Her eyes show just a touch of fear...was this the right thing to do?
The words come spilling softly from you, before you even know what you're saying; "I think I'm in love with you..." Her eyes never leave yours. You can see so many emotions revealing themselves in her face. She says nothing, but takes your hand, and slowly raises herself upright.
No words. A small tug on your hand tells you to join her, and she leads you away from the television. The walk to her bedroom seems endless, and she still hasn't said anything. Still no response to your confession.
In her bedroom, she says nothing. But she starts to undo the buttons on her shirt. Then she turns to you, her shirt open, barely covering her bra, and she begins to undo the buttons on your shirt. Still she says nothing, but her eyes have a look of determination.
She pushes your shirt off and unsnaps her jeans. The zipper follows. You feel as if you're in a dream. Can this be happening after all these years? She unsnaps your jeans. The zipper follows. Somehow both you and she have kicked your pants to the floor. Your eyes never leave each others, but still nothing is said.
She removes her bra. Then her panties. Then your underwear. The two of you, entirely naked together for the first time in your lives. She takes your hand again, and leads you to her bed. She lays down, her eyes still haven't left yours.
You are breathless. She is more beautiful than you could've ever imagined. A birthmark you never knew she had. Breasts you never imagined seeing. And the beautiful, gentle swell of her cunt where it joins her thighs. Your heart is overflowing with emotion, and you can't speak. Words wouldn't matter, anyway.
You join her, laying above her taking in the magnificent view. Then, another gentle kiss on her lips, as a tear falls from your eye. Desire overcomes all. You work your mouth down, gently touching your lips to her skin, reveling in the textures and scents of her breasts, her stomach, until finally you reach her warm, moist cunt. You inhale sharply, committing to memory, in case this is a dream, the smell of her desire.
