My last first kiss
2 years ago, standing next to the patio door, you grabbed my hand, spit a piece of sour candy in it and kissed me. (Yes, I knew but I thought it would be funny to see your face when you put it in your mouth). To this day, my heart flutters with this memory, to this day, my last first kiss still makes me swoon. I was clueless, I had no idea you were interested in me other than being my friend. You were young, so handsome, probably the coolest person I knew, definitely the nicest and YOU kissed ME!!! I think I'm blushing now, thinking about it.
I've never loved anyone like this, I never knew I could. The love grows, even without us speaking, without us being together, without us, being us, it grows. I don't know what to do with it, a love that has its own mind, a love that seems to have its own life. I'm trying to channel it in other directions, funnel it into causes and projects but it finds its way home each night, as I crawl back into bed.
Heartache comes like ocean waves, crashing in and out of your soul, leaving small traces of salty tears flowing down your cheeks.
Jason is his name
I've never loved anyone like this, I never knew I could. The love grows, even without us speaking, without us being together, without us, being us, it grows. I don't know what to do with it, a love that has its own mind, a love that seems to have its own life. I'm trying to channel it in other directions, funnel it into causes and projects but it finds its way home each night, as I crawl back into bed.
Heartache comes like ocean waves, crashing in and out of your soul, leaving small traces of salty tears flowing down your cheeks.
Jason is his name
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