First Kiss
I don't remember why I was so upset last night. Then the things you told me as we walked together made me want to cry and hug you harder than anyone ever has. When you said you were contemplating something, I broke down. I hugged you because I care so much for you. You hugged back, and comforted me. That was the first time you seemed to ever care about my feelings. After about a minute of being held so close to you, you pulled away slightly, and I looked up into your eyes. That was when you kissed me. It was sweet, and simple. Little did I know that that one moment would replay in my head over and over. The moments following as well. You said that you were glad to have gotten me over that barrier, and it still didn't change anything. When you said that, I remembered why I had wanted to cry all night. Because I knew that when we finally kissed, to you, it would mean very little. Something you felt obligated to do. But to me...it meant everything.










