One of my most special nights was with you. Many of my special nights were with you, but there is one in particular that I remember best.
The first one wasn’t even supposed to be a special night. Just an event with friends. We went rollerblading for the first time. Barely anyone was there and you were wearing a stripped shirt that make you look like a Dr. Seuss character. I was awful at it, I had to focus all of my energy on not falling, but it was so much fun. I was so determined to figure it out. I remember skating into a wall by accident. It hurt but seeing you laughing with me about it warmed my heart. That wasn’t what made it special though.
It was after the friends, after the skating, after the movie we watched, when everybody had left and it was just the two of us. We sat on the floor, bathed in the warm light of the Christmas lights hanging around the room, talking about nothing and everything. I was so nervous. I could feel my heart pounding as you rambled on, our eyes not quite meeting despite the fact that I couldn’t look away from you. I think you were nervous too.
I don’t even remember what I said to you. I remember telling you that I liked you, then you asking to kiss me.
I also don’t remember if I said yes, or nodded, or just leaned in, I was too happy.
When we kissed it felt like the movies. I couldn’t stop smiling. I don’t know how long we sat there, but I remember afterwards how I couldn’t sleep a wink in my bed. Too excited. Too relieved. Too everything.
I will always remember that night.
