All scary and exciting, right and wrong at the same time.
I still remember your hands holding my face,
like you were scared I would disappear or run away.
I remember your lips tasted like mint and curiosity
and looking into your eyes after our mouths touched
was like going to the beach on a sunny day after being held hostage
in a cage with no windows for years.
I remember you smiled, but that smile was different.
It was the kind of smile that brought butterflies and fireflies
into my stomach because there was no other reason for that smile
than my pure, ironic, un-understandable existence.
Our breaths intertwined, i didn’t know which was yours and which was mine.
My hands reaching for the back of your neck, just to keep you close,
just to hold you close.
And our foreheads touching, leaning into each other.
Your hands leaving my face teared my faith into pieces,
all I ever wanted was for you to never give up on tasting my lips over and over again.
I wanted you to kiss me like you were living in hell
and kissing me was heaven giving you one more chance.
But instead, you played pretend. You faced the other way.
Probably scared you might had done something wrong.
Probably confused of what you wanted us to be.
I remember that saying goodbye to you that day felt like
reading “The End” on the last page of my favorite book.
But the truth is, it wasn’t.
I like to think you found in me something you couldn’t find in anyone else.
And I like to it didn’t take you so long to love me after that day,
because that was the first.
The very first of thousands and thousands of kisses. So many. So much.
My lips taste like you.
I still remember how it felt when we kissed the first time.
And I don’t know what will happen during the rest of our lives,
but you should know that I want you and those green hypnotizing eyes.
