Just thinking about our first kiss.
He was across from me and we were both just staring at each other. I was stroking his face gently because I could tell he wanted to and it was my way of telling him it was okay. It took him a while but he knew if he didn't do it then, he would have regretted it because I was about to leave for Kentucky for Christmas.
And then he did it.
It was quick and when he pulled away he said sorry. I told him not to be and I just hugged him and closed my eyes. I wanted to cry. I was just happy. I waited a year for that kiss. I kind of wanted him to do it again but he didn't and I'm kind of glad because it felt so unreal and that was kind of a good feeling. I kept going over it for days after. I couldn't believe it and it got to where I was wondering if it ever really happened at all.
It's hard to believe that it was only last year that it happened.
Portrayed it like this because he is my angel.
I'm addicted to those kisses now...
sorry for all the love art noimnot