Jun 15, 2011
Location, Location, Location
"I could have kissed you
under cherry blossoms, pale petals drifting down like the trees wanted to pretend they could be snowclouds.
I could have kissed you in the rain, drenched to our bones and not even caring that the skies opened up above us and tried to wash us out.
I could have kissed you in a clearing in the most secluded woods, with just the sound of wind rustling through the leaves and a few voyeuristic finches peeping at us.
Instead, I kissed you in the parking lot of a Waffle House, just shy of 2 a.m. in the middle of a hectic week, with our waitress grinning at us from the other side of the window, because, honestly, how could I not?"